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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