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The stories of the street are mine, the voices laugh
The Cadillacs go creeping now through the 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 over now and war must surely come
The cities they are in half and the middle men are gone
But let me ask you one time, oh, children of the dusk
All these 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 coming to me?
Oh, with your legs so fine, oh, stranger at your wheel
You are into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal

The age of lust is giving and both the parents ask
The nurse to them fairy 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 with me my one, we will find that farm
And grow us grass and there and keep 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 hand on the
I on a wishing well that all men call the world
We are so between the stars, so large against the sky
And lost among the crowds I try to catch your eye