Every ancient city has a drum that doesn't beat
A guitar with broken strings
And a song that's never sung

Every ancient city has a park where you cannot play
A pool where you cannot swim
And swings that will not swing

Every ancient city has a dream that's never lived
A life that's past and gone
And hope that has no hope

All the world is an ancient city
Where every street becomes deserted
All the world is an ancient city
Where weeds and weeds grow tall

We live and play while the city prospers
But time sweeps across the land
And an ancient city grows around us
And the hustle and bustle dies
Honking horns give way to winds that whistle
And an ancient city comes



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