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The Forgotten City
 In work with the city of pulse,
Has I forgotten the dream of love,
The metallic structure and iron prison home,
Has Venus projected missionary unaccomplished?
That I still alone in the city of vanity,
With naked body soul seated by illusion,
And Falling Angel frown on smile of sadness,
Spread her wings and fly me back
to The Forgotten City of Angels.
 
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