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

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

And do all these highways go
Now we are free?
Why are the marching still
were coming home to me?
O lady your legs so fine
O stranger at your
You are into your suffering
And your are the seal.

The age of lust is birth
But both the ask the nurse
To tell them tales on both sides of the glass
Now the infant his cord
is in like a kite
And one eye filled with
One eye with night

O come with me my one
And we will find that
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 me to the slaughter house
I will wait with the lamb.

one hand on a hexagram
And one on a girl
I balance on a well
That all men call the
We are so small between the
So large the sky
And lost the subway crowds
I try to your eye.