And as for the infant city
Caught in the crest of the world
With vain loss, pure recklessness
A dare, a deed, a desperate day
Drink to the blind, my city
For tragic words shall tempt the strong
An endless memory never lost
Even though your hope is gone
Understand, dear city
The sacred universe shall ail thee no longer
Though light will deny
And memories all aged to dust
A gentle sleep falls over the life
Ignore it, beautiful city
Their screams of pain are not for you
And graves shall learn to be your friend
The time shall come, my city
But now sleep. It has no power yet.
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