Through the lonely highway
Arriving at the end of city body
Where hot money has never flowed since ancient times
It's always sparsely populated
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The ancients are gone, the old customs are gone
Grey walls are new
Looking at it, same color with some decadence
Front shop back house and yard
Bare ground
Lying garbage
Old customs are gone. new grey walls.
crying over the past experiences and
comparing it with the new.
a fine poem. tony
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The ancients are gone, the old customs are gone Grey walls are new Looking at it, same color with some decadence Front shop back house and yard Bare ground Lying garbage Old customs are gone. new grey walls. crying over the past experiences and comparing it with the new. a fine poem. tony