| 1 | Es must the cannon balls fly. | |
| 2 | The hurricane is blowing broken glass about in the city streets. | |
| 3 | When i'm splattered all over the ground below. | |
| 4 | We have bullets flying. Trains crawling. But alas no bullet-trains. | |
| 5 | Of leg, momentary, sees his hand and foot horizontal to fly, blush up to the ears. |
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