We dwell in a cloud city
built by cosmic power
the rain is always so pretty
still we shout, "Freedom from the showers!"
"Freedom from the tower!"
though the cloud city is my home.
Pain and pleasure, but no power
like a ghost we do roam.
Don't hide and don't you cower
don't you leave alone
when you vacate cloud city
tell them of the flowers
and of the happiness of Rome.
Take someone with you in your pity
on cloud city.
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