Вершы: Calexico. The Book And The Canal. Near The Woodpile.
Near the woodpile
Before the rain
Where he last saw the snake
With teeth clenched
Soured heart
Lover's changed hands
An axe within reach
And a distant stare that weaves
Through the grass and waits
For a stranger's one mistake
The Book And The Canal
Calexico
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