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Like the song of an angel up on the breeze

Where the tenement roof meets the sky

))((

my love

Come on out

I just gotta see ya

Please say that I might

""""

Visions

Of the factory men

Screaming out onto the streets

Just so hungry

For a bite of bread

Before falling tired

Into bitter sleep

..


My love

Holds everyone's hand

She smiles and the alleys
seem like the

Promised Land

••

Reality

If you ain't there

Where are you?

Can you tell me please !

""

Let's go

Time for mingling

With the factory workers

As they start to speak

::

                             ( With the factory workers who strive to be free )