There is a city by the sea
A gentle company
I don't suppose you want to?
&as it tells its sorry tale
In harrowing detail
Its hollowness will haunt you
Its streets and boulevards,
Orphans, and oligarchs
&here's a plaintive melody
A truncated symphony.
An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore:
Los Angeles, I'm yours.O ladies, pleasant and demure
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