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When I go for evening walk
On the roads of my big city,
Often I muse: Whether the city
Is a cup of poison thrust
By the fate into my hands!
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At midnight
Half asleep,I muse:
The city is a giantess,
From whose breasts after
Drinking poisonous milk
Millions of men are sleeping
In her lap like satiated snakes,
While the powerful demons
Hurry on her body, feeling
Her curves and contours,
Ups and downs, trying
To molest her
historic beauty!
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In the morning walk
Often I muse: The city
Is covered with bruises
Showing bloody marks
All over her dusty roads,
With tears frozen
On her cheeks, she is
Like a poor hapless woman
Sleeping on her wayside bed
Without caring whether
The Sun rises or not!
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