Tell me my mind is not a sugar mountain.
Tell me I'm almost home. The sounds are late
on Sugar Mountain
cheeping chirping gulping
round barns and all--
Steens rises high near Sugar Mountain
all that stark fooling around. Let me
sew my faults
together. Let me
salt my alkaline.
Let the patches flatten
on Sugar Mountain
let them answer
water's question.
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