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This Morning with SirensDusk does its tawny bestto hide today from viewI'm watching you get on the trainWhat will it take to freeze that stepAs ancient stones do not tell who has walked their backsDesire's such a crazy thingRaging through junkyardsand jazz clubs, a flaming songNot so quick to name a stateone explorer trumps anotherToo much gold to stake a claim
This Morning with Sirens
ReplyDeleteDusk does its tawny best
to hide today from view
I'm watching you get on the train
What will it take to freeze that step
As ancient stones do not tell
who has walked their backs
Desire's such a crazy thing
Raging through junkyards
and jazz clubs, a flaming song
Not so quick to name a state
one explorer trumps another
Too much gold to stake a claim