Mirrors jumble the city,

I am lost.

Thirty cents, postage paid,

I am lost.

Streets mood all gritty,

I am lost.

Board the bus, I have strayed,

I am lost.

The tower shadow, she fades,

I am lost.

Signs and shapes, my tongue prayed,

I am lost.

Write to me, my pretty,

I am lost.

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