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Three days was the morning. My focus three days old. My head, itlanded to the sounds of cricket bows... I am proud man anyway... Covered nowby three days...
Three ways was the morning. Three lovers, in three ways. We knew whenshe landed, three days she'd stay. I am a proud man anyway... Covered now bythree days...
We saw shadows of the morning light the shadows of the evening sun tillthe shadows and the light were one. Shadows of the morning light the shadowsof the evening sun till the shadows and the light were one...
True hunting is over. No herds to follow. Without game, men prey oneach other. The family weakens by the bite we swallow...
True leaders gone, of land and people. We choose no kin but adoptedstrangers. The family weakens by the length we travel... All of us withwings... All of us with wings... All of us with wings! All of us with wings!
All of us with wings! All of us with wings!
Erotic Jesus lays with his Marys. Loves his Marys. Bits of puzzle,hitting each other. All now with wings! "
Oh my Marys! Never wonder... Nightis shelter for nudity's shiver..." All now with wings...-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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