| Deaths head moth, and a honeybee, and the flightless birds with the useless
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| wings
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| In the diamond mines of the Indian head, beneath the sawdust moon with the
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| frozen rings
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| Mastodons and hummingbirds in an endless loop on the windy plain
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| Chestnut mares and the bison herds and the poison toads in the sugarcane
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| There are rainbows as the light refracts through the glass in your feet
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| Blue and green as the wind attacks and the glaciers retreat
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| Death’s head moth and a honeybee and the flightless birds on the ground so cold
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| Maple leaves are gently falling from the eaves, silver tongues on the golden
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| road |