FARADILLO’S RAIN …
In consequence the old man had nothing more that he could say
Who sat searching and rocking his chair that August-bitten day
He bathed in the moonlight, in the starlight down Faradillo’s Way
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Cascading lights like sober dreams trickling through larva rocks
And Bernadette her hands so course of care combing ivory locks
Marvellous the sun-dried dial turned wide to hide lost grazing flocks
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Who jacked the steering wheel hard and set it bold to centre square
Or carried through the mobile crew who paused naked without a care
And Dale Maloney singing wild throughout the night the truest song
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