Faint is our city world?
Flush and flooded;
The tiny greeny grain '.
Once above edges of drain;
So dear in prime times '.
Watched in delight and catchy glimpse;
Has vanish into oblivion '.
And devoid of any tiny glitter;
All lost to constant melting '.
To hellish fervent heating '.
On our once beautiful world.
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