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Three men on a platform, one wipes the sun, another washes the clouds, the third one rinses the sky. I wonder if they will stay there, When it's night time. When I come back, one wipes the sun, another washes the stars, the third one rinses the milky way.
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
The glass building
Three men on a platform, one wipes the sun, another washes the clouds, the third one rinses the sky. I wonder if they will stay there, When it's night time. When I come back, one wipes the sun, another washes the stars, the third one rinses the milky way.
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
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