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Letra Youth


All calculations set to one side;
The inevitable Descent from Heaven
A visitation of memories and a séance of rhythms
Invades the house, my head
And the world of the mind
A horse leaps forward on suburban turf,
Past planted fields and stretches of woods
Misty with carbonic plague
A wretched theatrical woman, somewhere in the world,
Sighs after an improbable indulgence.
Desperadoes lie dreaming of storm, and of wounds and debauch.
Along small streams the little children sit,
Stifling their curses.
Let us turn once more to our studies,
To the noise of insatiable movement
That forms and ferments in the masses