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

I know you've heard over now
And war surely 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 speak for us?

And where do all these go
Now we are free?
Why are the armies still
That were home to me?
O lady your legs so fine
O stranger at wheel
You are locked your suffering
And your are the seal.

The age of lust is birth
But the parents ask the nurse
To tell them tales on both sides of the glass
Now the with 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 that farm
And grow us and apples there
To all the animals warm
And if by I wake at night
And I ask you who I am
O take me to the house
I will wait with the lamb.

With one on a hexagram
And one hand on a
I balance on a wishing
That all men the world
We are so small between the
So against the sky
And lost among the crowds
I try to catch eye.