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Nocturnal groove (The Swan Bride)

she took her medicine to hear the shadows sing the sun was playing blinds like a hundred golden strings a rattlesnake on a hot tin roof laid down a beat for the final groove he took his baby out for a midnight drive the moon was shining bright like hermes & his holy light fireworks reflecting in his tears when he buried her under willow trees gone, gone, gone