City , you have two faces,
like a Janus
The face on either side of
a rail track
The incoming train divides
you in two
But the smell of morning
milk packets
And the buffaloes waiting
to be milked
On either face speak in the
same story.
City , you have two faces,
like a Janus
The face on either side of
a rail track
The incoming train divides
you in two
But the smell of morning
milk packets
And the buffaloes waiting
to be milked
On either face speak in the
same story.
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