So, I've come to the city,
Which had to be destroyed,
Used to be beautiful, pretty,
Now it's lost all its joy.
So, I've come to the city,
Full of medieval legends,
Wisdom and being witty
Always welcomed its strangers.
Now it's dark and so shadowy,
Rainy and full of gloom.
Streets turned empty and narrower,
Feeling regressed and blue.
One day I'll come to the city
Which will survive and resurge.
It'll still be beautiful, witty,
And its ancient banks will merge.
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