you in Rockland and resurrect your living human Jesus from the
rades all together singing the final stanzas of I'm with you in
Rockland where we wake up electrified out of basements hung Avenue iron
dreams & stumbled to unemployment offices, be crowned with laurel in
oblivion, pushcarts full of onions and bad music, with flame under the
tubercular sky surrounded who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail
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