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http://whitewillow.org/mp3/chemicalsunset.mp3She left him on the roofLooking out onto the cityIt's towers concrete and steelOne humid afternoonIn a month of dying cricketsAnd corpses of burned out carsWith the image of his profileStill etched on teary eyesAnd the chemical sunsetThat stained their good byeAnd later that yearWhen the satellites were fallingDebris from a crowded skyShe often thought of himAnd the roof where he was waitingThrough days and through fevered nightsAnd she fears now the streetsThat once led her to his houseAre erased by the coloursOf poisonous skies
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