Fleur's Place

I see a Black Maria,
leaking oil in the street
her uphols'try's torn and stained
the beer cans on the floor
have dusty faded labels

A Gold Madonna rolls along
slowly as she weeps
past the garbage in the street,
leaking oil as we meet
as the dust fades into rust,
as the dust fades into rust

As I walk past the Black Maria,
I bow my head
I do the same for the Gold Madonna
in turn, they mourn for me;
in turn, they mourn for me.

decay

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This song is scored for solo clarinet, marimba, and synthesizer.

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