Why were they first lifted?
The highways risen to a height
That made my dreams sure
I'd die on them
They have come to take
So many meanings for me
From pride in our imperial cities
On the magnificent stars
Of their collonades
To the risen future letting
The beast, the bug, the sea,
Reclaim the land
But still I am unsure and broken
And race up and down them liquored
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