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My home is in the city I love the rattle of the trams Dig walking thru concrete canyons And don't mind the traffic jams I have nothing against the countyside Birds are cool and so are trees Flowers blooming in the spring time Fragrance fanned by balmy breeze But the smell of stone and metal And the hustle of the crowd Is pleasing to my senses And my sense of being proud The man made flash of color That the setting sun invites The scent of rain soaked bitumen Through the tethnicolor nights Then the golden glow ot sunrise Across my terracotta scene Changing lives with every second From blood red to tangerine The wamth of urban Kooris And the free way that they give To relative or stranger In this city where I live. Mac
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