And you died in the summer time,
wind rags and shit rags on the Rye.
And you died in the summer time.
And in no way – and in no great -
those hair rags stirring on the Rye.
And your catheter dance in the summer light,
jerk rags and shirt rags on the Rye.
And your catheter dance in the summer light.
And oh please stand – oh please start –
those sad rags waking on the Rye.
Kidney Songs for Those Long Gone
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