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Born to stay in.A new world of grey towns.
Now we pay.
For the years of decline.
Half the world.
Concerned with it's future.
Half the worldpreparing to die.
All the same.
From Lutton to Lisbon.
Just the name.
Providing a clue.
Chaimstore towns.
In faraway places.
Mark the end.of the capital boom
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