.To Carthage then I came as a young boy lost in the promise
Of the steady beating heart of the metropolis
But I spent so long beneath the dim street lighting
That I strained my eyes and lost the finesse of my fine hand-writing
Itâs not like I need it these days â my letters ho.
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