By: John Raymel Q. Fransisco, 4-Prudenza’
In the Morning the city
Spreads its wings
Making a Song
In the stone that sings.
In the evening the city
Goes to bed
Hanging Lights
About it’s head
In the Morning the city
Spreads its wings
Making a Song
In the stone that sings.
In the evening the city
Goes to bed
Hanging Lights
About it’s head
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