...How beautifully the nights pass out here where there are no cars...
I'd like to think
In my bed beside a busy street atop a hill that overlooks the whole of the dirtiest city of them all
The big bad dirty mama city of them all
With her lovely lights that have tried to rival heaven in number and brilliance
But never elegance
This city is a woman in high heels
Big and brassy
Sad mad paved misbehaved and sassy
crazy
But never a lady
I am seeing chaos in all the facades
Her drive to create a new reality will lose
She can’t rival the stars
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