white heat.. was on
our tracks
the four-legged on
the run
white heat.. on our
backs
burning like a
sun
we walked.. walked
til there was no-where
left to go
we walked.. many fell
down
bloody in the
snow
white heat.. was on
our tracks
and growing to a
flood
white heat.. on our
backs
and growing to a
flood
we fought..
fought
til there was no-where
left to go
we fell... a pool of
red neath
passing wheels in mud
and snow
black elk...
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