each tuesday right above the road
empty hot air balloon would float
it glided quietly in the air
someone was smoking pipes in there
he looked at gardens, parks and squares
he looked so calmly til the weds
and wednesday, as lights would go off
he'd say: well, city's still alive
each tuesday
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