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32778	Dos Passos, John	A Pushcart at the Curb			.txt	text/plain	17000	1153	89	like the velvet black scent of the flowers: In the street an old man is passing like red wine held against the sun. The speeding dark-green water mirrors the old red walls smoke of the burning of the years' dead leaves; the sky burns yellow like a candle-flame. dark as blood under the white moon Black as old blood on the cold plain and sit like old men smiling in the sun. The road winds white among ashen hills Of old loves long lived away That would shrivel like dead leaves the sacred lies, Of blood from men's work-twisted hands, from their eyes In a great wind whirled like dead leaves away. stand up on the great green hills stand up on the great green hills The moon soars white above the stony street, the moon skims like a curved white sail: the moon skims like a curved white sail:	./cache/32778.txt	./txt/32778.txt