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Asphalt Jungle Megacity

Grid city closed in streets congested. every man it's a subject in the maze symbiotic... the city attacks with volcanoes steelmakers industrial plant... without trees, the city if plant in posts, steel beams... no harvest, fertilizes in concrete fertilizer bizarre... The city smokes, the city screams... But she causes shock! Magic City... the whistle from factory it's flute candy! and everyone dances... the horns are orchestras spontaneous where all touch... and mine throat a lump seeing the crowd so alone...!

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