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Fishtown Song We turn with the river, our streets don’t match up with other city streets. North may be west, south may be east. Did I tell you about the tracks, the old coal cars that stood? My mother had me the night she sat out under awnings, hearing sounds in the night. Most of the men put on helmets, went off to fight the war.At home missing them was another fight. They had kissed our mothers behind standing coal cars. And when in the churches there began singing, and when the stars seemed also singing, coal cars, the winds through done factories, singing, our lonely mothers went on singing.  ...

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