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Sometimes people wonder if I have
the ability to tell right from wrong –
I’m just a song. A whistle calling
the kids back home. What could be
better than running, a view
through the streetlight colonnade,
the silver facade
inlaid by the water’s reflection? A whistle
out the window asking Why
an American skyscraper resembles
a temple when American people
don’t know how to feel
embarrassed at the public
sacrifice. To think, the lilting night
might be wasted --
