Magic Show
Sunlight pours through
my window
It's time for
the show to begin!
Trucks, cars, people
The
City
Awakens
Now we'll taste joy
In the knowledge that we're
part of the Metropolitan machine
We'll finish putting up buildings, churches,synagogues, parks
and museums and the
the beat-beat-beat of the asphalt homeland
begins to pound
Such,such are the urban joys
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