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Cities have tales without end.

Who knows what speeches the bricks have heard;what times the clock-towers have witnessed;what climes the roads have endured.


Who knows what possesses its denizens;what ails its citizens,rich or poor;what joy its residents exhibit,young or old;what hopes sustain its dwellers;what invisible aura keeps them alive,that the locals wish to breathe here in its lanes and streets and nowhere else. Cities have tales without end. Who knows what speeches the bricks have heard;what times the clock-towers have witnessed;what climes the roads have endured. Who knows what possesses its denizens;what ails its citizens,rich or poor;what joy its residents exhibit,young or old;what hopes sustain its dwellers;what invisible aura keeps them alive,that the locals wish to breathe here in its lanes and streets and nowhere else.
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