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~~~♫♫♫ ~~~

Eight miles high
And when you touch down
You'll find that it's stranger than known

Signs in the street
That say where you're going
Are somewhere, just being their own

'Round the squares, huddled in storms
Some laughing, some just shapeless forms
Sidewalks scenes and black limousines
Some living, some standing alone

~~~♫♫♫ ~~~

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