Shh, my children
who is he
the sinner
the saint
or
the man from New York City
Shh, my children
do not cry
the saint has come
he bids us now to fly
take only empty hand and go in peace of night
BE STILL
the sinner comes
to cut, to gut, to fight, to fright
make no noise
the door has open
Shh, children
run.
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