When I was a kid I used to walk up to the height
And on the hot summer nights just before the storm
I sometimes glimpsed beyond this world into a place not quite our own

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Shimmering lights
Of marvels and sights
Beautiful dreams
From the other side
Strangely real
And eerily bright
The other world dies
In a halestorm of fire

A place with lights and strange machines and towers rising tall
I marveled at these wonders as I dreamt away my youth
But through the rift I saw one day
The other world die

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I have not gone back to this day as it still scares me pale
I still don't know if what I saw will come or if it passed
I pray my children will not think of building towers to the sky
I pray my children will not think of building towers to the sky

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