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I met Lucifer on a bus stop bench
He asked me for the time
I said a little past three
He asked me where I was going
I said New Orleans
I asked Lucifer where he was going
He said he hadn't figured that out yet
I asked if he had seen the ocean
He said he had not
I said California isn't very far
He asked me where I was from
I said here and there
He said I’m from a place I don't belong
I said I'm sure you find it if you try

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