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This life, this people, this city.

All living in a certain geographical area – here, this city.

Dying eventually, one day which only God knows.

Today under a tram or of old age.

This city with many names, is it like your city?

I know you were a cold war target, so were we.

People make love, fight, laugh, cry

in your city just like in my city.

You have been bombed, so have we.

Quick, dig them out! Shall we join them

and remember them, their corpses cant say no!

Go to see a Goth band, add our own

little histories to a history of this city?




◄ Lads



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