By barren sands, the weary streets do sprawl,
Where voices rattle in the iron dusk,
And hollow laughter rises, wan and thin.
The city groans beneath a leaden sky,
Where smoke and sorrow mingle, thick and gray,
A wasteland woven close with wire and sin.
We shuffle on, led by the shuffling feet,
The broken rhythm of the heartless heart,
As neon blinks...
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