48. Spurn of the City; Middle Class Concern

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City boy, so mis-understood.
I know you would if you only could.

Round and round in circles again;
No, not a Game.

No one to listen, no one to hear,
A spurious gold glistens in the sun.
No fear; nothing to guide and steer you.

My heart pounds within… alone.

What I take for granted, you need steal.
The Love I feel you never had.

No time in your day by day,
No options, no clear way.

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