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They spin in the sky their web of wires.
They launch their toys to be the new towers.
They send their children to scorch their brothers,
and all is done by the fortunate sons as they unleash the gos of war.
They spin in the sky their web of wires.
They launch their toys to be the new towers.
They send their children to scorch their brothers,
and all is done by the fortunate sons as they unleash the gos of war.