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darling engineer / how your monuments grow tearing heaven’s frames / ‘til the firmaments show tell me how sound they stand spacious absence, vistas painted blue the workers break at noon / tired of views they build let’s stick with the plans / they’re out of our hands let’s stick with the plans we’ll let the ground hold us down like an arabesque / curving elegant lines into weight and mass / laid to rest in the sky softly how eyes climb the rise carbon sketches forced to fit the form the iron bends the storm / this building will stand tall we kept all our plans / traced in the sand we let all our plans / sift from our hands all that’s left melts to glass From Letras Mania