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Stranger Citizens
They vanished
like our palm trees.
Ancient open windows
and old dreams.
The city forgot their names
while they held its memory
in their soul
like a candle
between prison bars.
They vanished
like our palm trees.
Ancient open windows
and old dreams.
The city forgot their names
while they held its memory
in their soul
like a candle
between prison bars.