…and young we were in relation to the singers of our time, and
then later, we were young like a love loose in the stream, like money
and her enzymes, all of this against a blue sky backdrop. You and me,
legendary crazy, but gone now to lose the madness over the mountain,
moon of the red grass, baby.
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