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New City in the Future M. Gira
Here , here it is , the place where you lived , The place where you rose , transparent , a ghost - You were mine . Here , here's where you walked , different now , moonlight and chalk , Polished white stone , bruised feet , shattered bone , the brittle hand of a child - You were mine . Raise , raise me up , up from the ground , naked , transposed , wound like a rose , face painted with white , mouth full of black stones - You were mine . Here
, here it is , look at it shine , pure , polished and white , piercing
the sky , new towers of ice , lifeless and clean - You were mine .
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