| The Iron Man came to the top of the cliff
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| How far had he walked? |
| Nobody knows
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| Where had he come from? |
| Nobody knows
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| How was he made? |
| Nobody knows
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| Taller than a house, the Iron Man stood at the top of the cliff, in the darkness
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| The wind sang through his iron fingers
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| And his great iron head, shaped like a dustbin but as big as a bedroom
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| Slowly turned to the right
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| Slowly turned to the left
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| He was hearing the sea
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| His eyes like headlamps, glowed white then red
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| Then infa-red, searching the sea
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| Never before had the Iron Man seen the sea
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| He swayed in the strong wind that pressed against his back
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| He swayed forward, on the brink of the high cliff
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| And his right foot, his enormous iron right foot, lifted-up, out
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| Into space
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| And the Iron Man stepped forward, off the cliff, into nothingness
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| CRASH
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| Down the cliff the Iron Man came toppling head over heels
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| CRASH!
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| CRASH!
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| CRASH!
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| From rock to rock, tumbling slowly
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| And as he crashed and crashed his iron legs fell off
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| His iron arms broke off, and the hands broke off the arms
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| His great iron ears fell off
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| And his eyes fell out
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| His great iron head fell off
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| All the separate pieces tumbled scattered crashing
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| Bumping clanging down, on to the rocky beach below
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| Then silence
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| Nobody knew the Iron Man had fallen
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| Nobody knew the Iron Man had fallen |