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it is most sane and sunly
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Things are getting ready
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Burn, glare, old sun, so long unseen,
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Maybe I am the coyote
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Lead us to those we are waiting for,
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Could we but look more clearly and wisely
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I hope so, myself now caught
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I have set my small jaw for the ages
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Come fly with me
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searching within the tangles of my brain,
