When I hear the electric hum rattle roll of a trolley train
there’s a rumbling in my soul.
My eye’s look out at the sea of lights,
reds, greens, flashing characters,
struggling to take them in and I’m lost.
This city.
This city, it’s too clean. It’s Porsche’s and Ferrari’s sparkling,
like toy cars taken right out of the package.
Sony, Samsung,...
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