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Like concrete fingers, Stretching high, So many jagged teeth, Upon the sky. Their electrical beacons, Fill up the night, With their vivid multi colours, Shining very bright. Old and new side by side, Blending in a pot, Buildings here of every kind, Some that time forgot. Forever there is full motion, With human traffic, Everything with a purpose, A real living graphic. A colourful tapestry of life, A weave of many hues, Diversity through every turn, Joy it doth infuse. A magnet for creative joy Haven for the arts Pulling them all together And strumming on their hearts. Colours, sounds and smells divine Everything you need More than enough for everyone For every different creed Honking horns and buskers vie, For the publics ear, And public houses tempt you in, To drink all their beer. So much there is to see and do I don’t know where to start But I now know this for sure This city is in my heart.