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The firemen on the barges place bets
On the sailors sliding down the minarets.
Anchorage for all, and claret!
We stumble over the morgue’s mosquito nets.
Don’t let this set to West.
Let us set our souls on it.
Don’t let the water rest.
We put the mosque on it.
Easy for the guy with no face.
I mean, easy
for the masked ID parade.
Don’t let this set to West.
Let us set our souls on it.
Don’t let the water rest.
We put the mosque on it.
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