Here is Berlin
American architecture adorning it
Here is Berlin
Soviet architecture all round
Now tell me the harm in it
And say if they have any new blight
Here is Moscow
Doing without her wings
Here is Moscow
Still her lion self
Now tell me the snag to it
And say if they have any affliction anew
Here are the cities
Each standing in a different way
So why was all the fuss?
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