One and one half wandering Jews,
Free to wander wherever they choose,
Are travelling together in the Sangre de Christo,
The blood of Christ mountains of New Mexico,
On the last leg of a journey they started a long time ago,
The arc of a love affair,
Rainbows in the high desert air. (Paul Simon)

One and one half wandering Jews, Free to wander wherever they choose, Are travelling together in the Sangre de Christo, The blood of Christ mountains of New Mexico, On the last leg of a journey they started a long time ago, The arc of a love affair, Rainbows in the high desert air.

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