The vibration of sympathetic strings
Disturbing oxygen atoms in the humid night
Below, the cacophony of humanity
Beats a tattoo for the soaring melodies
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The raga of the metropolis
Articulated with train horns
Lovers spats
And racing ambulances
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On the gilded musical wings I soar
Far above the airport approach pattern
And the glittering streetlights below
Straight to sonic moksha
