Big Bill, branches parted to the north
Maybe he's headed there, maybe
Big Bill, a hundred thoughts to the north
In single file he
He sees a greenish tumult< br/>And greyish cities
Feels the claws of the sea
On eternity 
Big Bill, the sailing god to the north
It passes and passes and becomes fashionable.< br/>Big Bill on the sound
He knew everything by now red
Of the superhuman fans
In winter he will see
Shake the scarlet air
Of those cities  
Big Bill, he was headed south
There was the scent in the north, lime trees

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