the heat , clouds and storms
Turn over in the sky.
now I need the old days when someone
talked when they called.
right here what a great time of year,
even though the booms we hear
Fireworks in New York
Televised to the nation
I've never seen so much smoke.
Clouds to the ground.
Booms the sound.
I'm getting to be a resistor .
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