What are we learning at the factory?
My smoke-rings turn blue when evening comes true,
They spin round the air where I once met you;
They spin round the air where I once met you.
They said, ‘Do not frown my child, the sky
Will fall. Will fall. Will fall. Will fall. Will fall.’
What are we learning at the factory?
This is one rickety bus! Well, the stars,
The stars have been blinding and bright tonight;
The stars have been blinding and bright tonight.
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