Lights on the bridges and a smokestack far away Smoke turns to indigo in the ending business day The taxicabs' assault on the potholed asphalt They parry and lunge 'neath the thin winter sun who's Painting the bedroom grey Computer Mage, the plastic age Someday all this will be a road
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