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Sister,hell on wheels
She is going off like firecrackers,lit up like a Christmas Tree,
As she strolled down the Boulevard,her brightness elluminates eyes blind,
Away many breaths were taken,
To live in the big city can be easy,It can be also bold and a friction,
People seem to gather at every street corner,
Peeling back as if the noon hour has ended,
I only know of her,who is taking her time,
The wind I feel in my heart,could be as calm as the city,
The city ,I wish ,could be as calm as she,
She is taken away by the city bus,
And makes tomorrows front page
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