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Wild donkeys kicking, braying in the meadow made you want to kick and bray yourself at least you said so you were wild eyed, your lips were flecked with foam till warm calcutta called you home twin rivers flowing brought a flush into your cheeks at the spot where the trickling stream's rivers meet the wind from off the snowcapped mountains cooled you down till warm calcutta brought you back around i could hear the prophets yelling in the streets now your eyes were pure poison, but your skin was sweet Aus Songtexte Mania