As the lamps come alive in these rainy nights
I wonder whether the streets and bricks still care!
Leaves desperate, succumb to the nomadic breeze
As a silence descends on Cam's ripples.
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Midsummer's Common deals with its lost stars
As dark clouds stab its breast, envious.
An old punt slides beneath the Trinity bridge,
The Cox kisses his bride in silence, and in grief.
Caged, souls flutter their wings on the Bridge of Sighs
Ancient walls, erect in discipline, stand immobile;
A matchstick ignites the soft Granchester air
And lips part ways; for in civilizations, silences are rare.
Here lies a city, glorious in day, insomniac at night
With a history of broken hearts, and a Bridge of Sighs
The world has respected and preserved its might
But what about those lovers, lost in their prime?
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