Starry starry night rising
in the autumn skies with
leaves tumbling down
outta dem trees clogging
up storm drains and such
things while the Band plays
on in three part harmony
waiting on a reverie with
love from me to you and
you and you as we confess
the inarticulate speech of
the heart where a foreign
window blows open for
all the world to see that we
are blown apart the walking
wounded warriors from battles
in love war and peace or vein
with sundry clans of stans you
understand as the animal spirits
of my Country split the scene
that whence was so serene now
is beyond obscene you feelin
me of thee I teach the world to
sing the Jupiter Blues Again
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