Tears and rain and sweat
Finally accumulate
On burn scars to flood
Proportions towns float away
On the other side of the mountain
We horseback ride in the cool
Forest you on Diablo the stallion
Me on a mare called Fancy
Whenever joy happens elsewhere
Some disaster crops up to sqluech it
One made-made and the other
An unearned gift of the gods
Past their tears and rain and sweat
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