Solace in the landscape
Is pretty
Seems to vanish energy
Seems to take all sorrow
From the doors of perception
Than in a big city the nerves jangle hit
against others
Are sparked off, like a fuse box
And the city lights go out
Dazzling amazing on the water
Languid, never sleeps
Oozing
this nightlife
In the countryside
The quiet night rolls
On, and what is there to do but
bemoan the passing time
The dreary year
In the buzzing city light, and flashes
The promise of glamour
But the dashed hope on the streets
The stammer of steps
that you fall down
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