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The stories of the street are mine, the voices laugh
The Cadillacs go now through the night and the poison gas
And I lean from my window sill in this old I chose
Yes, one on my suicide, one hand on the rose

I know you've heard it's over now and war must surely
The cities they are broke in half and the men are gone
But let me ask you one more time, oh, children of the
All these hunters who are shrieking now, oh, do speak for us?

And where do all these go, now that we are free?
Why are the marching still that were coming home to me?
Oh, lady with your legs so fine, oh, stranger at your
You are into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal

The age of is giving birth and both the parents ask
The nurse to tell fairy tales on both sides of the glass
And now the infant with his cord is hauled in a kite
And one eye filled with blueprints, one eye filled night

Oh, come with me my little one, we will that farm
And grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals
And if by I wake at night and I ask you who I am
Oh, take me to the slaughterhouse, I wait there with the lamb

one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the girl
I balance on a wishing well all men call the world
We are so small between the stars, so large the sky
And lost among the crowds I try to catch your eye