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Here I wait,
thinking of what's to become,
of what has happened.
And there is a light in the distance,
The City of Origin.

Voices,
and voices,
and voices,
and voices,
all from
The City of Origin.
Lights,
and sounds,
and faces,
and fears,
all from
The City of Orgin.

Flickers and shimmers of artificial fires,
Wordless screams
and cries of sorrow,
Silence, Solitdue.
All from
The City of Origin.

Drifting away -
into a sea of naught,
And a world of fret,
Is all I ever needed.
The world; no brighter,
The grass; not greener,
From either side of
The City of Origin

Darkness,
and darkness,
and darkness,
and darkness,
In a city that never sleeps,
never dreams.

And sorrow,
and sorrow,
and sorrow,
and sorrow,
In a world where everyone is alone,
and the streets are always
busy.

I feel
abrupty alone.
In This City of Origin.
You call,
I answer,
but there are no words,
there are no sounds
In The City of Origin.

The city is bright,
and the lights are alive
but the people
are dying,
and wishing to be.
Because nothing exists
In The City of Origin

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