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South by Dead South
I feel it now
It slithers around inside
Smokey cloud
Blocking
All neural netways
I am soaring
In my new found state
Ten floors up
I don't feel the cold
I see the geese
Heading south for the heat
I too can fly
Wait for me little birdies
As I spread my arms
And I too head south
Ten floors down
It slithers around inside
Smokey cloud
Blocking
All neural netways
I am soaring
In my new found state
Ten floors up
I don't feel the cold
I see the geese
Heading south for the heat
I too can fly
Wait for me little birdies
As I spread my arms
And I too head south
Ten floors down
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