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

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

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

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

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

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