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Take My Hand Stranger
Take my hand stranger. Let us stroll in They say he watches the night.
this town. And so,
And keep those bottles. Deify the moon where tis a warden,
We’ll drink to everything that is however far and however deep.
beautiful, But woke?
and sound. With the sandman ticking its sheet?
Let us start in that alleyway, I think no.
where bare men sleep. So a cup to the sky, where the moon
Unbound, uncaged, unhindered and sleeps.
free.
Sit here. We shall wait.
For nightingales nest in that evergreen.
But to perceive fully,
you must shun the clamour.
The squabble at B-46, is to clash.
Anytime around now for the matter.
There! do you hear it?
It’s said,
Oh, how I rid this envious ire? they can go on for an hour.
They sleep so quiet.
Heedless to guests,
ablaze in their own genial fire.
Why don’t we stop and drink a pint.
To men who sleep here.
And to freedom,
right now,
where it has inched everywhere.
Look up to the sky.
