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Morning fields above the city, its cattle-drive disgruntled moaning. In city’s evening gutter, fights break out then up at last orders’ cry. As they should sound. As they should sound. Early DJ perched at his station will fill the waves with bright dull twitter. The afternoon dignitaries gather, have their fill, talking up and down. As they should sound. As they should sound. Night, and the songs in place. Drawn on the bow, plucked from the heart. Right in the mix, fixed to the bass. Strapped to the beat and locked in place.

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