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I	A
	-
We are old	B
Old as song	C
Before Rome was	D
Or Cyrene	E
Mad nights knew us	F
And old men's wives	G
We knew who spilled the sacred oil	H
For young gold harlots of the town	E
We knew where the peacocks went	I
And the white doe for sacrifice	J
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II	A
	-
We were the Sons of Belial	H
One black night	K
Centuries ago	L
We beat at a door	M
In Gilead	N
We took the Levite's concubine	E
We plucked her hands from off the door	M
We choked the cry into her throat	O
And stuck the stars among her hair	P
We glimpsed the madly swaying stars	Q
Between the rhythms of her hair	P
And all our mute and separate strings	R
Swelled in a raging symphony	E
Our blood sang paeans	S
All that night	K
Till dawn fell like a wounded swan	E
Upon the fields of Gilead	N
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III	A
	-
We are old	B
Old as song	C
We are dumb song	C
Epics tingled	B
In our blood	B
When we haled Hypatia	T
Over the stones	U
In Alexandria	V
	-
Could we loose	W
The wild rhythms clinched in us	F
March in bands of troubadours	F
We would be of gentle mood	B
When Christ healed us	F
Who were dumb	X
When he freed our shut in song	C
We strewed green palms	F
At his pale feet	B
We sang hosannas	F
In Jerusalem	X
And all our fumbling voices blent	B
In a brief white harmony	E
But a mightier song	C
Was in us pent	B
When we nailed Christ	B
To a four armed tree	E
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IV	-
	-
We are young	Y
When we rise up with singing roots	F
Warm rains washing	Z
Gutters of Berlin	E
Where we stamped Rosa Luxemburg	Z
On a night in spring	Z
Rhythms skurry in our blood	B
Little nimble rats of song	Z
In our feet run crazily	E
And all is dust we trample on	E
	-
Mad nights when we make ritual	H
Feet running before the sleuth light	B
And the smell of burnt flesh	T
By a flame ringed hut	B
In Missouri	E
Sweet as on Rome's pyre	A2
We make ropes do rigadoons	F
With copper feet that jig on air	P
We are the Mob	B2
Old as song	Z
Tyre knew us	F
And Israel	H

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