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No more words now.
Here is my thirsting hand."
No more words now.
Here is my thirsting hand."
A crowd, a street, sometimes a thought I saw
on somebody's face, have made me shake with terror.
My eyes still feel the hard, cruel light cast
by the endless streetlights on the tramping feet below."
A crowd, a street, sometimes a thought I saw
on somebody's face, have made me shake with terror.
My eyes still feel the hard, cruel light cast
by the endless streetlights on the tramping feet below."