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

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

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

The age of lust is giving birth and 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 like a
And one eye with blueprints, one eye filled with night

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

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