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The sun went down and the ground started sort of grinding
A blinding light tore across the sky
A cyclone swept the landscape out
and left it completely flattened out
And several twirls of smoke unfolded like gigantic flowers
The way the morning broke was quite unusual
I should have wakened up at once,
but this was no concern of mine,
so I kept on dreaming
My eyes roamed over the burning ruins