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The light of day is screaming,
shook by the calls of howler monkeys,
their low roar hanging in the salt,
in the black sand riding the wind,
as Playa Negra outstretches its infinite arms.
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There is an empty space,
between every note in rock 'n' roll,
where they have buried John Bonham,
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