Clark Street Bridge

 DUST of the feet
And dust of the wheels,
Wagons and people going,
All day feet and wheels.


Now.
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 Only stars and mist
A lonely policeman,
Two cabaret dancers,
Stars and mist again,
No more feet or wheels,
No more dust and wagons.


Voices of dollars
And drops of blood
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Voices of broken hearts,
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 Voices singing, singing,
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 Silver voices, singing,
Softer than the stars,
Softer than the mist.

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