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The stories of the street are
The Spanish voices
The go creeping down
the night and the poison gas
I lean from mu sill
In this old I chose.
Yes, one on my suicide
And one on the rose.

I know you've heard over now
And war must come,
The cities are broke in half
And the men are gone.
But let me ask you one time
O of the dust,
These who are shrieking now
Do they for us?

And where do all these go
Now that we are
Why are the armies marching
That were coming to me?
O lady with legs so fine
O stranger at your
You are locked into suffering
And your are the seal.

The age of is giving birth
But both the ask the nurse
To tell them fairy tales on both of the glass
Now the infant with his
is hauled in a kite
And one eye with blueprints
One eye filled night

O come with me my one
And we find that farm
And us grass and apples there
To keep all the warm
And if by I wake at night
And I ask you who I am
O take me to the slaughter
I will wait there the lamb.

With one on a hexagram
And one hand on a
I on a wishing well
all men call the world
We are so between the stars
So against the sky
And among the subway crowds
I try to your eye.