On the long walk home thoughts stride long and crankily
The antelope are swaying
To the song of the buffalo groaning
Old buffalo moaning
As the heat beats down like a hammer
The lay of the land is like a frying pan
As the heat beats down like a hammer
Molecular excitement means nourishment
The orchestrations of biochemistry
Are eloquent
Still the heat beats down like a hammer
On the prairie floor the insеcts roar
The nights were cool
Thе nights were cruel
The days are hot
The days are hot on the long walk home
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