Wandering through the endless rivet factory, lost
How could I get my freedom, at what cost?
Listening to the rusty clashes and clanks
Did grunt and wheeze the mechanic's tools go
They really could not just stay slow with the flow.
Along the other side there was a warm fireplace
The cozy cellar room made the silky place not a race.
At last as I looked back on the city rivet.
The place was so break taking I could not even pivot.
To old town I was off, to the place of fun.
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