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We've had an invasion Blazing horns Glaring lights Rocketing music The city has risen Farewell to the pastoral Now it is skyscrapers Blocking the moon and my stars
As the sweet summer sun seems to melt into dust, And the shadows appear like their living for lust, When the life melts away from this place we call earth, Then we gaze upon heaven and wish for rebirth.
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