If the rain is what brought the pain
Then it can't be so wrong as the song
that isolates us from the...Outsiders
Places where mustard ached to grow
The cliffside canvas is now its row
upon row upon row upon row...
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Rock formations look the same in a year
And so again will mustard reappear
The invasive species, but where?
Born to glow and show
And block drivers' vision of the road
But where else should We go?
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