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

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

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

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

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

With one hand on the hexagram and one 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 lost the subway crowds I try to catch your eye