How often do we remember, how often
To cover our face at the long end of a street
For how long do we live to die
Every time the streetcar jumps off the bumpy road
To kill the shadows of a mocking bird?

Never tell me your woes, never ever
While stealing the all for the half-penny moon
Let the nightwatchman fire you
At your every straying footstep of all ages
Every time you fall swoon in the corner dry and cold

Let the heart burn your fingers
For how long will you be fiddling your bones
Rome will never be burning by your side
So long as we look at each other's gloomy face
To feel the pulse of unerring sadness.

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