The busy streets are filled with noise,
Where scooters park in steady lines,
A crowded world of neon signs
And paths where people seek their joys.
Where scooters park in steady lines,
A crowded world of neon signs
And paths where people seek their joys.
The signs are stacked against the sky,
With giant words upon the wall,
While shadows stretch and softly fall
On hurried strangers walking by.
With giant words upon the wall,
While shadows stretch and softly fall
On hurried strangers walking by.
Though thousands pass along the street,
Each wanders on their separate way,
Through changing light of busy day,
Where many different journeys meet.
Each wanders on their separate way,
Through changing light of busy day,
Where many different journeys meet.
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