skyscrapers
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We've had an invasion
Blazing horns
Glaring lights
Rocketing music
The city has risen
Farewell to the pastoral
Now it is skyscrapers
Blocking the moon and my stars
As the sweet summer sun seems to melt into dust,
And the shadows appear like their living for lust,
When the life melts away from this place we call earth,
Then we gaze upon heaven and wish for rebirth.
