a fly with a buzz

A fly with a buzz was the first thing I met.

I was looking at a river bed.
And the story it told, of a river that flowed,
Made me sad to think it was dead.

There were plants and birds, and rocks and things,

You see, this year I'm planning to go through the desert with no name. I mean I'm not wearing a name tag because in the desert you can remember your name.

'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain.

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