City that never wakes or sleeps,
City in which your fortune keeps,
City that made you exchange for youth,
Worship for some elusive muse.
City that blinks night and day,
While finest hours slip away,
Shall blink years onwards too,
When cruel Time reaches you.
So march and skip on so long,
In a frenzy till next dawn,
On towards youth’s end, so breezily,
Pour into City’s hands, your mortality.
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