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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 window
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 they are broke in
And the men are gone.
But let me ask you one more
O of the dust,
These who are shrieking now
Do speak for us?

And where do all highways go
Now that we are
Why are the armies marching
were coming home to me?
O lady with your legs so
O stranger at wheel
You are locked your suffering
And pleasures are the seal.

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

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

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