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Shining Cities

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Change is the never-ending bridge,

That transports us from the past,

My feet step tentatively across,

Yet steady,

I know this bridge well,

But I am a newcomer to the shining cities of the future

I see them in the distance,

And as I walk closer,

I see that sometimes they are filled with flames,

And sometimes they are filled with lights

Sometimes they are filled with mirrors,

And I glimpse my shining self.

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