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art by amelia rascal 

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THE CANYON
 

When you saw her, you saw her

you just had to stop, made your eyes wide

made you, made you want to talk, talk talk

She wore a red ring on her finger

dunes at dusk on the back of her t-shirt

made you want to talk talk talk

She came from the canyon, the mother

the dust, it sparkled on her

flew like a wren in the desert

blink and she was gone

she came from the canyon

When you saw her, you saw her,

you couldn’t say for sure

that you had seen her, that it’d been her,

she left you all alone, you wondered where's she going

and you just want to talk

talk, talk talk

She came from the canyon, the mother

the dust, it sparkled on her

flew like a wren in the desert

blink and she was gone

she came from the canyon

When you seen something magic,

it seems as though you ought

to keep it, or catch it, make it all your own

you wondered where's she going

and you just want to talk,

talk, talk, talk

You feel alone; how about a smile you moan

all I want to say is no

She came from the canyon, the mother

the dust, it sparkled on her

flew like a wren in the desert

blink and she was gone

she came from the canyon, 

the mother, the dust, it sparkled on her

flew like a wren in the desert

blink and she was gone

She came from the canyon