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The View From Stow Hill

How did this town get so old

The air I breathe

Feels so heavy and so cold

Always caught in between

The capital and the 'other' country

Always caught in between

The river and the valleyYou can still see the bullet holes

You can still sense a little hope

Crushed dreams

And the martyrs too

Silent--ghostly--still so confusedLook up to the skies

Avoid the casual litter

Running from the pitiful nihilism

The misguided tweets

The sad facebooking

Cheapness surrounds me

But I'm not lookingLook up to the skies

Avoid the casual litter

Running from the pitiful nihilism

The misguided tweets

The sad facebooking

Cheapness surrounds me

But I'm not looking

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