In the city where the dead walk past,
Through avenues of midnight glass,
There's a glow that whispers, "Don't you miss?"
A skyline of hollow, silent bliss.

Here shadows tell tales of yore,
Of love and war and what we wore,
Each lamppost casts its ghostly beam,
On faces once as warm as steam.

But the city doesn't weep or sigh,
Just lets the past slip by,
A place where time forgets to turn,
And memories learn to yearn.

In every corner, every street,
Lies a story, a dream incomplete,
A place where the living fear,
To lose their grip on here.

Yet here in this city of lights,
There's a quiet, unspoken fight,
For every heart that once did beat,
Still finds a way to compete.

So when the night draws in its breath,
And darkness falls from the sky above,
Remember this place, this city of light,
Where the past and the future strive.

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