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Sep 2020
All the doors are closed
And the windows bright
It's a toy city
No one laughs here, no one cries

In the afternoon on the road you will see
A running man, a swaggering child
And then night falls before the sun goes down
In this toy city of eternal night
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Somewhere over nowhere  17/F
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     Khoisan and Ayesha
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