So soon does every word that you say
Become the breath
now that all the many ways that you occupy your
down in the city of you
crosses and cranes
building a riot
Shadows moving, children coupling
And I was stranded by myself
And I
so many nights have passed me now
those giddy lights they
There's so little left of you
That how can I
I should not wonder so many
Hushed shores and empty streets
With
i had a name some old day
when the crime
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