the outline of the city
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the sheerness of its height
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I thought that I was kidding
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when I said - I love this sight
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I love this skyline
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towers rising from the trees
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white bars on a blue graph
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not exactly flapping in the breeze
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cast upon a great white plaza
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filtered down through architects' maps
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a stand of glassy super-structures
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rising from the sprawling city flats
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streaming to the blue sea
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gleaming like beluga
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reduced to teeming atoms
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and shimmering in the heat
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hope you have your camera
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hope you have some paper
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because if no one gets this down
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then it's gone forever
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this is the elevator
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I press all the buttons
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every floor is different
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a different number anyway
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the marble in the lobby
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the silent corridors
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is this the new church
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out of which.. no one pours
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I feel I'm rising higher
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I must be in the clouds by now
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I knew it when I saw it
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I picked the right office tower
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I feel I heard it lift off
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break away from all the rest
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lifting its great heaviness
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hope you have your camera ...
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strange when I think about it
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well, that I should write of birds
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and flying things
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I always tried to avoid it
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reminds me of dumb girls and bad poetry
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well - I'm not perfect
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I don't know why it moves me
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maybe I'm going to die soon
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a secret known only to
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known only to not even me
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I want to live forever
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I fear maybe you don't
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I fear that I will lose you
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leave me here to carry on alone
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that's why I'm not that surprised
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that one has broken away
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has lifted from the silent earth
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and carried me away
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hope you have your camera
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hope you have some paper
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because if no one gets this down
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then it's gone forever
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a crystalline set of dominoes
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except not really crystalline
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and sort of domino-like
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but not really
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life is a tall white building
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lifting from the silent earth
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it's carrying a message
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carrying it away
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I am only...
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I am only...
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The Empty City
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Jane Siberry |