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The stories of the are mine
The voices laugh
The Cadillacs go creeping
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 they are broke in half
And the men are gone.
But let me ask you one more
O of the dust,
These hunters who are now
Do they for us?

And where do all these go
Now that we are
Why are the armies marching
That were home to me?
O with your legs so fine
O stranger at your
You are into your suffering
And pleasures 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 infant with his
is hauled in a kite
And one eye filled blueprints
One eye filled night

O with me my little one
And we find 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 me to the slaughter house
I will there with the lamb.

one hand on a hexagram
And one hand on a
I on a wishing well
all men call the world
We are so small between the
So against the sky
And lost the subway crowds
I try to catch eye.