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The stAmories of the stCreet are mine, the SpaEmnish voices lBmaugh.
AmThe Cadillacs go cCreeping now through the nEmight and the poison Bmgas,
and AmI lean from my wFindow sill in this Gold hFotel I chBose,
yes Eone hand on my sAuicide, oEne hand on the rDose. A Am
I kAmnow you've heard it's Cover now and Emwar must surely Bmcome,
Am the cities they are bCroke in half and the mEmiddle men are Bmgone.
But Amlet me ask you oFne more time, O chGildren Fof the dBusk,
All these hEunters who are shrAieking now oh dEo they speak for Dus? A Am
And wAmhere do all these hCighways go, Emnow that we are fBmree?
AmWhy are the armies Cmarching still that Emwere coming home to Bmme?
O lAmady with your lFegs so fine OG strangFer at your Bwheel,
You are lEocked into your sAuffering and your plEeasures are the sDeal. A Am
The Amage of lustC is giving birth, and Emboth the parents Bmask
Am the nurse to tell themC fairy tales on Emboth sides of the gBmlass.
Am And now the infantF with his cord is hGauled in Flike a kBite,
and oEne eye filled with bAlueprints, oEne eye filled with nigDht. A Am
O cAmome with me my Clittle one, Emwe will find that Bmfarm
and grAmow us grass and Capples there and Emkeep all the animals Bmwarm.
And Amif by chance I wFake at night and I aGsk you Fwho I amB,
O taEke me to the slAaughterhouse, I will wEait there with the lDamb. A Am
With oAmne hand on the Chexagram and oEmne hand on the Bmgirl
I bAmalance on aC wishing well that aEmll men call the wBmorld.
We aAmre so small betwFeen the stars, so Glarge aFgainst the sBky,
and loEst among the sAubway crowds I tEry to catch your Deye. A Am
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