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Dec 2012
baby nothing but
blue skyscrappers
in the naked city and
nothing from nothing
leaves nothing
as far as
the eyes can see
electric trees
displays their leaves and
neon lights shine
from sea to sea
now we are the ants
in this fastasy
every moment breathe
the soul of the city
where we taste
the fruit of
the concrete jungle
Written by
Stu Harley
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