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• Artiste: Mechanical Poet
• Titre: The Dead, The Living And The City
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The fog blots out the city Cold shine of setting sun The hive is intermitting Its eternal run Steel bugs along the highways Skylines of towers rise Big houses are closing Square glassy eyes AND CITY MAKES A SLEEPY SIGH ENWRAPPING IN SUNRAYS AGED SOULS GO TO THE SKY WHILE NEWBORN ONES ARE FLOWING DOWN THE HAZE A glowing chain of lanterns Has outlined the streets The inky wilds of blocks are strewn With amber beads Behind the dark horizon The melted sun has drowned The crimson stripes of clouds Amassed above the ground The sounds slowly die away The roads are now free The songs of evening spirits play But no one hears them... See the buildings down below Stone plants on concrete field Secrets you might never know Can now be revealed