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London
Cut through the city like flesh
her screaming voice the sirens
quick to steal your fledgling breath
Rivers threaded with iron
This is my favourite part
when the city night comes on
Dazzling displays of her heart
as lights twinkle one by one
Tube trains runaway horses
cantering into her veins
from a dozen bright sources
Organs exposed to the rain
her screaming voice the sirens
quick to steal your fledgling breath
Rivers threaded with iron
This is my favourite part
when the city night comes on
Dazzling displays of her heart
as lights twinkle one by one
Tube trains runaway horses
cantering into her veins
from a dozen bright sources
Organs exposed to the rain
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