Modern Jungle;

The city never sleeps,
Even when the curtains are drawn.

They dance to the roar of the trees, And flow with the wind’s breeze, From dusk till dawn.

They remain awake, 

Making up for lost time,

From the week that’s passed when, 

Everything is at stake.

We sing!


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