| Fuzzy white haze in the asphalt was a lake
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| And the sand it was a grayish shade of blue
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| Spirits held desire
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| While my eyes they did admire
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| The evening that we only thought we knew
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| Further out to see
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| I heard the birds wings over me
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| The vibrations in the air through my ears
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| The sun was rising slinking low
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| The day was saddled up to go
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| The desert’s lonely nightfall disappear
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| The raven who flies through the desert sky
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| Is wiser than you or me
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| The birds have a peace
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| The stillness a sleeve
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| And the desert raven he has poetry
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| Close your eyes and fly to let the diamonds make the night
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| Crystal blue will turn to ruby red
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| The plants become a maze under the heavens stary hazel
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| Pegasus he gallops over head
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| The buffalo at night they follow close the river’s edge while
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| Saffron slowly grows inside the cage
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| The starry minds of hyacinth the moon below the sun’s eclipse
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| The sandy canyon floats beyond the wave
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| The raven who flies through the desert sky
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| Is wiser than you or me
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| The birds have a peace
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| The stillness a sleeve
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| And the desert raven he has poetry |