A red kite ..hanging in the sky
Motionless against the wind
A red kite is hanging in the sky
A red kite.
A red kite is hanging in the wind
A red kite is hanging in the sky
Motionless against the wind
While below, the suicides rush by
The red light waits ahead for me
While the red kite is hanging in the sky
Motionless against the wind
Motionless against the scudding cumuli
Golden cylinders of hay
In the low Autumn sunlight
Surreal alien's trigonometry agains the fields
Waiting patiently for flying saucers
The red kite is hanging on the air
As the traffic hurries everywhere
As you and I go running here and there
Below the red kite's emotionless unending stare
Oh my God, the cars..
Oh my God, the cars..
Turning left and right
In and out of town
What goes in..
What goes up..
The red kite is dancing in the sky
Fixing her steady eye
On some little thing
About to die.

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