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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 from my window sill in this 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 cities are broke in half and the middle men are gone
But let me ask you one more time, oh, of the dusk
All hunters who are shrieking now, oh, do they speak for us?

And where do all highways go, now that we are free?
Why are the armies marching still that were home to me?
Oh, lady with your so fine, oh, stranger at your 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 them fairy tales on sides 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 will find farm
And us grass and apples there and keep all the animals 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 lost among the subway crowds I try to your eye