In
The
Civilization
Of
A
Town
My
Soul
Roams
On
A
Bicycle
And
I
Saw
Other
Souls
Roaming.
I
Saw
The
Wonders
Of
Small
Alleys
Strait
The
Fall
Of
Dusk
On
Them
The
Crying bats
And
Then
The
Gardens
Occasional
Owl
Screech
Amorous
Songs
Of
Burning
Nightingales!
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