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Cloud CityThis world has gathered vinesStrong and luscious wines With movements satisfied With our paws in the ocean Crowds would gather on the traces of the outer rings We feel the wait is through I don't feel anything This place is failing my thin ties to settled ground Stands moving, dying wind The cruel end will stare him down A stone that you would hold We can't hear, it doesn't ring My hand just passes through I don't feel anything |