There are skylines too high for our view.
Too bright for the gods to look down,
And catch a glimpse of me or you.
We wander through our city with open hearts.
Even wider dreams.
But the burning stars no longer guide us through the nights.
Our spirits freeze.
We walk through rivers of questions,
As endless as the sea.
As loud as this city.
And maybe,
Just as deep.
There is a certain magix in the way we all come and go.
In the lights that shine in the highest windows.
The stories they climb.
The stories they hold.
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