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Go ahead and fall before the next ship that comes along.
Snow flakes will fall, and you'll be gone.
It's a somewhat darker shade, a somewhat deeper blue.
So let's take a trip over to Antartica,
Oh sweet pea it's all for you.
We'll bring a telephone, and a tomb.
a lamp, and a rug.
It's all enough, worth a night full of open eyes, a kiss, and a hug.
Goodnight, sweet dreams.
Shoulder to shoulder, or so it seems.
Falling numbers till we see sleeping with silence isn't half bad.
They took all you had, a forgetful vision, a tranquil view of equality.
Our robot empires will know what to do.
How to clean this mess up and bring the pioneers who were flooded from this town back to us, back to you.