Children sing nearby
The cobbled streets
Stretch on forever
The buildings
Look as if they
May collapse
At any moment
Frowning faces pass by
Looking as if every ounce
Of happiness
Was stolen from them
In this city
No joy could be found
Each spoke with a definitive monotone
And yet the children's song could still be heard
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
Children sing nearby
The cobbled streets
Stretch on forever
The buildings
Look as if they
May collapse
At any moment
Frowning faces pass by
Looking as if every ounce
Of happiness
Was stolen from them
In this city
No joy could be found
Each spoke with a definitive monotone
And yet the children's song could still be heard
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