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Living Alive
If you are born here
or
if you come here from some distant
place,
like an island,
or
if you see the city rising over fields
and
forests from a home not far away
then
you know rich or poor
you
know that the heart of the city
was
set to beating when the first
ax
rang out against the first tree
to
be felled: this has never ceased
for
the city is alive in a far greater
way
than just its smoke, light, stone,
people.
or
if you come here from some distant
place,
like an island,
or
if you see the city rising over fields
and
forests from a home not far away
then
you know rich or poor
you
know that the heart of the city
was
set to beating when the first
ax
rang out against the first tree
to
be felled: this has never ceased
for
the city is alive in a far greater
way
than just its smoke, light, stone,
people.
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