There are strangers walking again on this city's streets
as there used to be before the tide changed
when the sun and moon knew it was time to leave it be
gave up the full of their pull on the cleansing sea
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Well written Barney. You covered most of it, the sores and ulcers, the good times and latent laughter even when things were at their darkest. Liverpool suffered a lot of bad press, from central goverment and our neighbours next door. The City has it's share of bad guys and black spots, but there is one HUGE difference. For any lout who would knock you down, there are a thousand who will stop by and pick you up again. And the music and laughter still rings out at the festivals