Over the unsociable side
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Over the unloved power
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Flew spoiled and rusty
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Clockwork iron angel.
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Pulled to the polished pipe
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brass pipe lips,
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And the sounds fell into the pipes,
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And they were more tender than the air.
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And the snow kept falling, falling, falling somewhere up,
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And I followed him, and someone was crying: stop ...
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And it was strange, the sky was overturned,
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And the snow was thrown up to the sky in reverse.
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And the bottom of the divine trap knew no bottom,
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And someone was sleeping on a cot in a sleep trap
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And I, attracted by the sky, did not tear my veins ...
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And someone in the city without snow forgot me.
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Snow fell melancholy
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Houses hummed with fireplaces,
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A thread twisted from a tow,
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Time passed half asleep...
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No one to the low firmament
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Didn't look, didn't pray
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And the rusty angel fell into the snow,
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When the factory finished.
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And the snow kept falling, falling, falling somewhere up,
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And I followed him, and someone was crying: stop ...
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And it was strange, the sky was overturned,
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And the snow was thrown up to the sky in reverse.
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And the bottom of the divine trap knew no bottom,
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And someone was sleeping on a cot in a sleep trap
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And I, attracted by the sky, did not tear my veins ...
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And someone in the city without snow forgot me.
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And the bottom of the divine trap knew no bottom,
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And someone was sleeping on a cot in a sleep trap
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And I, attracted by the sky, did not tear my veins ...
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And someone in the city without snow forgot me. |