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Looking here over at my window
At the 20th floor, Father
I see the beauty of the city
Those high scrapers standing
At the side are like mountain
Covered with concrete and glass
In front of me is the sea docked
With lined raws of yacht at the quay
Some small sea vessels for fishing
Some commercial ships, some small boats
And big cargo ships busy unloading their goods
Below are the busy streets full of cars, of people
And a long line of a railway over a main street
Of our metro transit public train
That's for the day beauty that I saw during the day
At night, it's more beautiful and colorful
The streets turn into like a disco house
Full of neon lights, various sounds of cars
Passing, the train sounds, the building now
Are all lighted reflecting the glass walls
At far, the sea are all flickering lights from
Vessels to yacht, from small boat to the pier light
More so the sky, you have your stars always
Looking at us, your moon lighting the bay
Lighting all of us, the silence above is magical
To me it's spiritual, my comfort, my home
Below are busy lighted streets, busy people
On their lives, busy on their business, all are busy
Here in my window, I see all of these views
Thank you, Father for this experience
I never forget this business occasion
Of seeing your city on top of the world
I greatly appreciate it very much, Father.

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