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Pressure by the market square, so many sighing mothers
Messages were straight, we five years had gone past, to the left, to cry to
inside
Message cord cried, when it explained us that mass really died
Cried as much its face wet, then I could not do him lay
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, play goods, electrical iron and television sets
My brain, which was hurt like a camp, did not have to save it an area
I had cram so manythings, around everything inside to store there
And that whole fat-thin peole and all high-short people
That whole nobody people and the all someone people
I thought never me would need so many people
A girl my age went from its head, struck some small children
If the black handn't it away I drew in, think her would have killed her
A soldier with a broken arm fastened his star to the wheels of a Cadillac
Bull knelt and kissed the feet of a priest
And a sonderling threw above at the sight of that
I imagine saw you long in the cold vibrations the ice cream living room fresh
milk and
Smile and wavelike move and looking so finely
Think you could not do you were in this Song
And it was cold and it rained, therefore I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to receive back there
Its face, its running, the way, which you speak
I kiss you, you am beautiful, I wish you go
We kept five years clung, on my eyes
We received five years, which a surprise
We received giving years, my brain Hurts much
We received five years, which are all, which we have