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Dismal,
and dreary with, dusty streets and dirty trees, hazy with the dust and dirt and grime, Choking,Choking. Gloomy, Hazy sunlight, Dusty trees, dirty streets, A town of concrete dust and smoke, Choking,Choking,Choking. Sitting by a window,or lying in the sun. watching the birds, from our tiny shun. Birds flying to avoid, Choking,Choking, Choking
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