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City

 

Oh, city, city

commanding all but beauty

 

Oh, city, city

demanding thoughtless duty

 

I've been your soldier

for a long, long time

but now I'm leaving

your aging walls behind

 

Oh, city, city

stand back and let my soul free

 

Oh, city, city

you've lost your walls below me

 

Your crippled structure

is a broken cane

I'm going back

to the open fields and plains

 

Your crippled structure

is a broken cane

I'm going back

to the open fields and plains

 

 

February 1978

 

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