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Dust along the street
In swirls in the air
In the swirls in your hair.

Carriage babies meet
While tall mamas talk
On our all mamas block.

Sun pressed down
In the mold of the town.

When the town rolls away
As they tell us that it may

Will the sun keep the form
Of the babies in its warm?

Print in light on other town
One mama's smile on other's frown?
When the light rolls down
We also might come 'round.

Light's a funny kind of liquid
But we all know that it's thick with
New emotions
In its oceans
Gentle turns
Within its burns.