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Stunning Neon lights that lit my city
Beaming, vibrant bright and pretty Gone, faded away like a childhood memory Leaving the night, dark and cold like emery Now only dim and dusty colored lines Flickering, can’t form the letters in their signs As they see the rich man laugh as he dines Happily indulging on his thousand dollar wines While in the alley behind the homeless feel shivers up their spines As the wind talks with the sad, lonely pines
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