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A silver spiral runs from the roof of the tallest skyscraper up into the sky All the way up 'til it hits the clouds and disappears The streets beneath are full of fears But the silver spiral sheds no tears.
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
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A silver spiral runs from the roof of the tallest skyscraper up into the sky All the way up 'til it hits the clouds and disappears The streets beneath are full of fears But the silver spiral sheds no tears.
Terebravisse
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
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