We look into the spotlights until we blink In this American Night that swallows London The old stone ruins and the glass-to-the-metal towers Vanity has no age, it is the mirror staring back at Narcissus And the seed of revolution grows into a tree The call for independence, the claim for freedom So light may […]
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