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rain all burned away the horseflies are an irridescent green plums boiled down to pulp drying on a screen bright red air inside the house here i can barely draw breath dark blue shapes popped behind my eyelids i am not afraid of death and on the television black and white footage of the young Cassius clay my god, my god, my god he was something fists flashing as he comes toward the screen sailing headlong into nothing and disappearing reappearing out there in the clearing floating down the slight breeze that plays along the edge of the leaves it's you. it's you. it's you Aus Songtexte Mania