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Zywa Aug 12
Archaeologists of our time
examine the exposed sand
between the foundations
for the future

Retro is modern
cars are banned
tourists consume
the old town

Big money flows
outside the city centre
Within the canal district
permits are skimming it

Residents are leaving
the harsh world
of stone, glass, and concrete
they veer

to canals with islands
of greenery, to boats and houses
with hollyhocks on the facades
and gardens on the rooftops
Collection "Metamorphic body"
Take me back to the green city
Where the concrete jungle exist
Surrounded by flowers and trees
Breathe in the fresh air
Let go the feeling of despair
Forget the memories that was grim
Just pretend that it was a dream
Life is much better than it seems
Behind these walls of concrete
Is one of the most beautiful places
That your eyes have ever seen
Green City is where I need to go

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