.Red veins beatinâ across a charcoal moon
Black as a habit, they plow where they want to
Horseback riders like the headless hounds
In the dog days of summer on the midnight prowl
The nagtrack is narrow. Itâs long and straight
It comes head-high, creepinâ through the canebrake
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