| Yellow moon deflates, bless the broken wheel
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| Cold bath and silver rain
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| A belly full of swans, St. Augustine
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| Nesting in the rafters
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| A salted notion’s bride in a brace of shakes
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| Shot better when your blind
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| The temperature divides
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| Fevers grow their own hands
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| Silver rain, salt and fire
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| Bullet holes, the light pokes through
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| Water finds an old diviner
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| Water finds an old diviner
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| A belly full of dimes, St. Augustine takes to water sweetly
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| Indiana plates on Chinese drivers
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| Hydrant drains the lake, divinity is diced
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| The temperature divides, the vacant corners take
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| Shot better when you’re blind again
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| Silver rain, salt and fire
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| Bullet holes, the light pokes through
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| Water finds an old diviner
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| Water finds an old diviner
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| Silver rain, salt and fire
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| Bullet holes, the light pokes through
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| Water finds an old diviner
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| Water finds an old diviner |