Tangling the rails and the pipes in crosses
City keep trembles from winds and forces,
Stretches the sky and along the earth
All in dust from birth.
Faithful old champion of loss and bounds -
City will steal our voices, sounds -
Those that with anxious well combined
And distracts your mind.
Gathering nights into rays and segments,
City through curtains will slow descend us
Still so eternal and large as hell,
But unknown as well.
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