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The still sad music of humanity ' : Terrible voices tear the air coming up From pornographic Seventh Avenue , Awake me in the early hours in the glare Of neon lights through the squalid slatsA woman's voice shrieking dementedly , As it ...
The still sad music of humanity ' : Terrible voices tear the air coming up From pornographic Seventh Avenue , Awake me in the early hours in the glare Of neon lights through the squalid slatsA woman's voice shrieking dementedly , As it ...
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Shostakovich : Last Word in me These lonely voices in the night Of terror and crueltyThe springs of sympathy Are dried up Not yet wholly When I hear the voices of suffering Reaching to me in the night , The night of my own trial ...
Shostakovich : Last Word in me These lonely voices in the night Of terror and crueltyThe springs of sympathy Are dried up Not yet wholly When I hear the voices of suffering Reaching to me in the night , The night of my own trial ...
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Reading high up in my New York room , My eye falls on the words in Dante , Te lucis ante : The years fall away , and I hear The voices of the youths we were Lifted up towards the end of day In that same hymn in lighted choir At Oxford ...
Reading high up in my New York room , My eye falls on the words in Dante , Te lucis ante : The years fall away , and I hear The voices of the youths we were Lifted up towards the end of day In that same hymn in lighted choir At Oxford ...
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