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Babylon
I cannot live without music
therefore do not, to think
unthinkable not within my grasp.
Walls which echo flute and
song, drum and fife, to
sing within the choir.
Woodland song and drumming
woodpeckers to drown the
Babylon of bikes and buses.
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