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What will the red sun offer you that the blue sun will not take away?
hands on your shoulder, only hands
forgotten railroads are seen again in sunset
In lush decay, to frame your figure. Questioning
they bring rust up to your face, they bring to you
To see you weep. the flowers and
the stones,
You can touch your face but these are different hands
You can shake the hand of every stranger and look
down to find gloves in place of skin. A montage
on the railroad
The red sun feeds you and somehow
the blue sun, only hands. And questioning
hands on your shoulder, only hands
forgotten railroads are seen again in sunset
In lush decay, to frame your figure. Questioning
they bring rust up to your face, they bring to you
To see you weep. the flowers and
the stones,
You can touch your face but these are different hands
You can shake the hand of every stranger and look
down to find gloves in place of skin. A montage
on the railroad
The red sun feeds you and somehow
the blue sun, only hands. And questioning