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Yet all continued
To the so called life.
All were moving
Blacks, reds, whites
of million different things...
And noises adding up to each other
Horns, children and constructions...
And there were
A thousand different people
In the cityful sight
All a part of this
Endless melody
Called the bittersweet symphony.

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