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Cold blue the pain, and a thousand crickets weep.
Injun red and my love spills through and through.
My eye to the rear of days now full and gone.
My ear to the ground, the albatross glides full bloom.

Where oh where nests goonies nestled jewels?
By the bye I boot dust from the lane for air.
Beaten and screwed by things called tools,
The petal of moon floats by and laughs at them there.