A legend dies and another is born
Ones retire soon inspire
Some from outlying suburbs
Run to big city fulgent lights
Lights so bright they themselves
Are bright stars that never sleep
Take a break take a nap
No one's going to leave
Maybe we need the pitch black
To see what's supposed to be
City lights
City's bright
See for miles
Up all night
Even God's
Need their sleep
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