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

I know heard it's 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 hunters who are now
Do speak for us?

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

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

O come with me my one
And we will find farm
And grow us grass and apples
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 there with the lamb.

With one hand on a
And one hand on a
I balance on a well
all men call the world
We are so small the stars
So large the sky
And among the subway crowds
I try to catch eye.