A Ride at night

Headlights that dance along the wires

Racing at you in the night

Ghosts of quiet memories

That reside in abandoned general stores

Living on the road to nowhere

Supplicants come bearing fruits

Seeking favor before their idols

The dance of jesters before empty crowns

No promise they can fulfill

All leave Shangri-La empty handed

For destinations unknown

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