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Where do these white chalk lines come from

That separate us as we run

Around this track

Too short and narrow

We’ve never melted into one

I doubt it ever has been done

We only rake

We never harrow

We keep our lanes around the track

We look to our sides and back

We run together

Dearest friends

And one can hope

Right till the end

And we can touch

But never blend

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