Fireworks blooming over Machinery Hill
thrill rides looming behind me
and in between
a thousand silly heads.
Maybe tomorrow the sky will come out.
Fireworks blooming over Machinery Hill
thrill rides looming behind me
and in between
a thousand silly heads.
Maybe tomorrow the sky will come out.
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