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Zebras are a hole in the sky

Zebras are a hole in the day

With zebras there's no gray

Painted black and white

The edge of every mood

And the edge of every cliff

Zebras are a hole in the beehive

Leaking angry bees

Drenched solid

In the milk and honey soil

Smooth as pine sap on a river

Zebras are the loss within the cave

The void within a scentless flower

Oh, sap and oil never mix

And sap is never honey

On the edge of every tongue

For zebras never live a grey-drenched life