One Song City

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Concrete black and city light fireflies

 

And the sound of converse losing tread on the sidewalk

 

The sounds of vulgarity and the cries of passion

 

And the smell of blood and the sight of luxury

 

The thieving beggars and the pompous aristocrats.

 

This city has many orchestrations.

 

But it is still one song.

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