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All my life's a painted city,
Thoughts like people striking fancies.
Bustling action in the fore,
Galaxies with paper doors.


Greet me silently,
My ends are noble.
This progress has a way,
'Spersed with ancient lanes.


Paint over window panes:
See where light has stayed.
Is there no night to turn it off?
Shadows are the same in dark.


Greet me silently,
My ends are noble.
This progress has a way,
'Spersed with ancient lanes.

I'm educated at best,
But inept, at least.
Bang