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What's that crane doing out there?
On the street below.
It's so quiet, sad, alone, and still...
I almost thought it was dead.
It's sitting next to where the sidewalk used to be.
It's been there for at least a day.
I walked by it earlier.
It didn't respond, and it was totally alone.
I wish someone would take it away.
I'd ask about it, but I don't know who to call
It's creepy sitting out there.
And I don't want to think about what people could do with it.
There's a crane outside my window
And the job it did is done.
So why is it still there?
Construction never seemed so lonely
As that crane does under the moon.