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But here in the city there are signs and crowds in the street
and a girl on a balcony
and cars that have to get through the deep shallows
or else
And there are ashes falling down the sky
from the palace of arms
to the fountain
of tears
and upon the whispering aspens
And there are naked feet and white flowers
from their hideaways
distant mother
an angel comes to me and taps
my lips
