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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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Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
The toy city of eternal night
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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Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
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