In the city of gold

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In the city of gold
            mouths droop from the boughs
 and ripe songs fall to the earth
            and sing for thousands of winding miles.
 
In the city of gold
            every time you open your hands from prayer
                        a golden eagle opens into the night.
 
In the city of gold
            children follow breadcrumbs into the forest
                        and baying dogs pierce the night.
 
In the city of gold
            there are only lies
            and truth is fucking up in some other town.
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