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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 this old I chose.
Yes, one hand on my
And one on the rose.

I know you've 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,
hunters who are shrieking now
Do they for us?

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

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

O come with me my one
And we find that farm
And grow us grass and apples
To keep all the warm
And if by chance I wake at
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 on a wishing well
all men call the world
We are so between the stars
So large the sky
And lost the subway crowds
I try to your eye.