One Song City
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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