I'm standing
In the desert
A golden vulture
Flies over my head
I reach in
My pocket
And pull out a revolver
I fire in the air
The vulture lays
Dead in the sand
I feel his wings
He is made
Of solid gold
I can finally pay off
My debts
And then I awoke
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