Grim-faced city; from all sides
Fiercely oppressive lit.
Appeal to that soft, refined touch.
Yours, dear Rain, to quench it.
When is heard for ecstasies
Gutters, noon-trudged beside
Sparks up, twilight romancing's
Puddle-leapers, to view;
Up from whom, old but stylish
As a lamp, and a guide
More handsome stand: cafe facades.
Glazy, gleamy. Like new!
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