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Cruising down the hill, I can see the lights of the city, Splendor revealed like a dream in the dusky twilight Signifying civilization, culture, love or pity As I reflect on this enchanting starless night. We pass the library, its bookshelves full Of living, learning, journeys, yearning, The glittering neon signs of bars, a tool Luring rich, poor, and frollicking fools. Along the freeway, illuminated hospital rooms, convalescents dining, Entering, recovering, emergencies, dying, crying, Lighted hotel rooms occupied with guests from afar Visiting our fair city for pleasure, bazaars or seminars. Main Street, formerly busy, now resembles a ghost town; Coincidentally, our car radio plays the song DOWNTOWN. Still, the city we love lives, though it looks deserted, People at church, custodians, Police Department to be alerted. As we cross the 'Y' bridge, residents lights below Enhance the view with a brilliant glow, Descending another hill to reach our darkened home, Electricity switched on, our haven after we roam.
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