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

I know you've heard it's over now and war must come
The they 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 shrieking now, oh, do speak for us?

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

The age of lust is giving and both the parents ask
The nurse to tell them 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 with

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

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