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"Shrouding all the ground around me,
Is this holy crow above me,
Black as holes within a memory,
And blue as our second new sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow,
To pull the peices from the sand,
Which i attempt to re-assemble,
To see just who i might have been,
I do not recognise the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar,
Like phosphoresent desert buttons,
Sing one familiar song......."
