Action I
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City of rust and bronze that loves dear heart
compels this heart to sing, to dance three steps,
and share secret complaints wrought by Uniben blues.
And so, here goes the first of sweet and sour soup,
in that house of brains and books that tingles and tangles.
Oh! So many knots tied and tucked under the carpet
for some sweeper some day to rake and crack.
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