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When the dunes turn to jazz And the grains dazzle in the moonlight The scorpio circle mating-dance No straight paths For a desert snake No chance for a fragile man. No refuge for the Citizens of Eden Newton's hand would deter The Fall Intercept gravity's apple And the ceilings of the world Would be far lower. The earth is the ocean oasis Panoramic, oceanic, vast The desert dunes of space expands The wood bends; the paper folds; Objects collide; the tempest storms And whips the sand. The dunes turn to jazz The Mystic Rose and the Magnolias dance The desert hand expands, expands, expands Raw power. The Dunes Turn to Jazz And the humans cower.
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
When the Dunes Turn to Jazz
When the dunes turn to jazz And the grains dazzle in the moonlight The scorpio circle mating-dance No straight paths For a desert snake No chance for a fragile man. No refuge for the Citizens of Eden Newton's hand would deter The Fall Intercept gravity's apple And the ceilings of the world Would be far lower. The earth is the ocean oasis Panoramic, oceanic, vast The desert dunes of space expands The wood bends; the paper folds; Objects collide; the tempest storms And whips the sand. The dunes turn to jazz The Mystic Rose and the Magnolias dance The desert hand expands, expands, expands Raw power. The Dunes Turn to Jazz And the humans cower.
peter-christian-ness
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Norwegian
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
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