The Road to Potosoi
Ribbons of birds
Float silkily through the evening sky
Over a mecano San franciscan pueblo
Power housing rows of lies
Insignificantly ordered
Beneath the sinking suns majesty
We pass the seering sierran ridges
Our lights now burning
The soon black sky
Ribbons of birds
Float silkily through the evening sky
Over a mecano San franciscan pueblo
Power housing rows of lies
Insignificantly ordered
Beneath the sinking suns majesty
We pass the seering sierran ridges
Our lights now burning
The soon black sky
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