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Far from the tormented city I go, under a black sky that shivers. Alone I watch it pass by. Far from the tormented city I go Past the faceless women I wander. the muses at noon are crying. Wonder makes them laugh too soon. Past the faceless women I wander. High up there is the forgotten men's dreams. the balcony's warm. Smoke makes you see things: Girls with open arms. High up there is the forgotten men's dreams At the square, I see guards in position. Giants with pistols, Knives. Ask permission if you speak at all. At the square, I see guards in position. In uniform, the boys all stand in rows. It's nothing. I care little for their clothes. But they do, they stare. In uniform, the boys all stand in rows. From the tallest building, I watch the world. It is all the same; lines in plastic pearls, signed with the king's name. From the tallest building, I watch the world. Far from the tormented city I go, under a black sky that shivers. Alone I watch it pass by. Far from the tormented city I go
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Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 1:45 PM UTC
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Far from the tormented city I go, under a black sky that shivers. Alone I watch it pass by. Far from the tormented city I go Past the faceless women I wander. the muses at noon are crying. Wonder makes them laugh too soon. Past the faceless women I wander. High up there is the forgotten men's dreams. the balcony's warm. Smoke makes you see things: Girls with open arms. High up there is the forgotten men's dreams At the square, I see guards in position. Giants with pistols, Knives. Ask permission if you speak at all. At the square, I see guards in position. In uniform, the boys all stand in rows. It's nothing. I care little for their clothes. But they do, they stare. In uniform, the boys all stand in rows. From the tallest building, I watch the world. It is all the same; lines in plastic pearls, signed with the king's name. From the tallest building, I watch the world. Far from the tormented city I go, under a black sky that shivers. Alone I watch it pass by. Far from the tormented city I go
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william-vance
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Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 1:45 PM UTC
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