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the city's mourning
the loss of its sons
gone without warning
lost without a sound
this city's daughters
are standing in line
desperately longing
to open their arms
for any truthful man
this city's streetlights
all flicker and die
there's motion in the shadows
from predators and prey
any truthful man
there ain't no truthful man
