Into the smokey distance I gaze,

Where curvaceous green hilltops,

Meet a streaky, pale sky,

 

Splashes of pink over,

Ladders of white on pastel,

Blue canvass,

 

Lowry type figures,

Pattern the streets,

Silent footsteps on grey stone,

 

A lonely tram cruises,

Smoothly and vacant,

The morning steam rises,

Over this yawning city.

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