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The rain wrapped the city, In its streaks, The rain wrapped the city, In its streaks,
The city is made of rectangles and corners, The city is made of rectangles and corners,
The city seems nocturnally tired, The city seems nocturnally tired,
When I was closing my windows, the city breezed in When I was closing my windows, the city breezed in
The city looks like a woman, The city looks like a woman,
For lone invisible years, I had been with a snake... For lone invisible years, I had been with a snake...
I am stuck somewhere in between the cranks of a clock. I am stuck somewhere in between the cranks of...
Between the file-walls, He was locked with a life... Between the file-walls, He was locked with a life...
The man used to carry his own dead body, During the day... The man used to carry his own dead body, During the day...
I am decaying Like religion Day by day Ethics of the body Turn monotonous I forget that Once I wa... I am decaying Like religion Day by day Ethics of the body Turn monotonous I fo...