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i never see stars in the city.
an oily rag hangs on the place,
the heavens ashamed to show their face

the street lights are never so pretty
though there's fire enough, Prometheus,
Olympia's forsaken us

i get what i want in the city
since Pandora, that decietful *****
seduced and loosed the knot she bore.

now hope leads me into self pity
its evil is the match of all,
and living now seems such a chore

fish can swim
and birds can fly
but man can build
his houses high

i never see stars in the city.
an oily rag hangs on this place,
the heavens ashamed to show their face.