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Scorched yellow grass Rolling flat fields Occasionally cows Relentless stoic landscapes Expire as they pass Retrospectively add in the details The story requires to be believed Watch it live Watch the reruns We'll watch anything I watch beauty become boring from overuse I catch privilege yawning and count every tooth I smell a morsel of modesty and turn round Someone must've opened a window It's gone now Watch it live Watch the reruns We'll watch anything It's all diversion