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Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill
cannot be hid.
Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill
cannot be hid.
Even cities have their graves!
Even cities have their graves!
That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
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That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
A rose-red city half as old as Time.
A rose-red city half as old as Time.
When you look at a city, it's like reading the hopes, aspirations and pride of everyone who built it.
When you look at a city, it's like reading the hopes, aspirations and pride of everyone who built it.
The first requisite to happiness is that a man be born in a
famous city.
The first requisite to happiness is that a man be born in a
famous city.
No history much? Perhaps. Only this ominous
Dark beauty flowering under veils,
Trapped in the spectrum of read more
No history much? Perhaps. Only this ominous
Dark beauty flowering under veils,
Trapped in the spectrum of a dying style:
A village like an instinct left to rust,
Composed around the echo of a pistol-shot.
I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.
I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.
