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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Illuminated city Tarek Hassan No one in the darkness of night That strange bird wings The town was illuminated, I was fascinated to see continue make- For a moment was lost in a dream. I could see the light of how the skyscraper palace I thought it would be a strong friendship with the sky The pinnacle of the luxury mansion The sky seems to have rolls. Underworld place I've heard a lot of stories, and I could see Lanes glazing of the city Many small buildings arranged in color I am alone in the silent night, the illuminated city. The photograph on the wall of the mind come up katana Billboard at the side of the road, Alleges the god of this world This city is so beautiful sajalo Who? I am a worker, worker thinking The workers involved in labor sweat This city is so beautiful, cheap labor while celebrating. But then got frustrated when Hard work, fair value loss The city is in the hands of those who would arrange Just getting some of the abuses and neglect. And once those entities sleeping jagena Why is it undesirable to us, Maybe someday I'll move out of the city There will be stuck on the walls sweat attalikara workers, As the scrub, and water soaked city. I have broken labor to build a Manufacturer Come back again, maybe the smell of sweat suke I fall into the hands of workers, the illuminated city.
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