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cold war machine
well i left down the fire escape
and i paused to hear the wind blow
and i felt my burning heart slow
well i had three more stories to go
but that old moon locked his eyes on mine
and i was still in his cool light
and i heard all the satellites
well they whispered and told me to climb
and so i went up the fire escape
and didn’t stop for no searchlights
‘til that blanket of stars was in my sight
and i climbed in some cold war machine
and i watched as life passed below
i thought i might miss the wind blow
through those fields i used to call home
but there was more and i always had known
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