.Rain is chucking marble-colours from
The skies, I saw it all before, in puddles
Made of gasonline, and on a dead trouts
Scales-deep blue waters, grey and
Green, I've been wading through, the feather of a magipe bird, in a glass-eyed
Pupped dream...
[Chorus:]
Indian s.
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