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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 window sill in this old hotel I
Yes, one hand on my suicide, one on the rose

I know you've heard 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 speak for us?

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

The age of is giving birth 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 like a
And one eye with 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 animals
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 on the girl
I balance on a wishing well 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