High on desert winds they sail,
sand blows in to fill their trail.
As memories of the battle fade
they hoist their flag in search of shade.
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Lie against his crumpled spirit luscious thing
And pour your deepened, treacle love
Over his quivering bod
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Harold was an evil child
Conceived on a stolen train
Born in a sack from a prostitutes back
He had murder on his brain
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Come back to me before the springtime babes,
When Owairaka has her skirt tucked high into her stockings,
So as to tip-toe softly across the platonic shelf
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A man works in a Northern field
Where once there stood a meadow
On his brow a dry straw hat
Behind him lags his shadow
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I stared once down
Through shifting mud
To a cold, still woman
And rode upon her breath.
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As I stalk breathless
Through the swamp
This is the lesson on not being scared
The fading light
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Persians in cloth riding over the cliff
Rise from your slumber
Get out of your tent
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Give me a chance O Angel of Fury
Stand not in the doorway so long
Break me the bread of forgiveness
Believe me when I say I was wrong
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There is a paddock near my home town
Where grass and tree don't grow
And in dizzy circles above the ground
Flies the keen-eyed Crow
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