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A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in bars?-Then you’ve a hunch was the music meant…hunger and night and the stars.
A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in bars?-Then you’ve a hunch was the music meant…hunger and night and the stars.
