the moon's a she and
breaking past her pain
ungainly in her leaving
a bit of dream in rain
unattain the unattainable
so she don't have to beg so poor
you've got to break that hex
it's one more shipping route
your black rage unexplores
so bored by money
drop a loon down a black hole quark
hear the death squawk
Good bye New York
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