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The City once so dear to me.

The nucleus of my existence.

Now transformed into an alien world,

By the departure of the one so beloved.

No soul awaits my arrival here,

No smile greets me back;

No hand leads me on,

All alone and desolate, I try to survive.

The city that moulded my dreams,

My hopes and my aspirations;

Promises me now, the gift...

Of a stream, of unending tears...

My city-- changed from a Paradise green...

...to a polluted dump;

By the ever increasing populace.

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