Clouds are water
but I see faces and shapes
as light filters through
rays of golden heaven
the city seems to call my name
and I follow like a rat to the pipers tune
lose myself on street corners
and alleyways
riding the train
clickety clack
then turn around
and ride it back
throwing coins into fountains
making wishes on old masters work
the city calls to me
and I lose myself in her mystery
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