The rage of the swarmed city is behind us
The losers and the beggars the cons and the vampires
Fumes and sewers flowing over and under the big monster
Our exposure to that has been cut
Yes we will rest and love
Breathe fresh air and wear smiles for most of these sunlit hours
Recuperate and polish our metaphorical armor before they plan the next battle
Our ears will be touched no longer by the onslaught of the city's cacophony
Soft and smooth living for a few days
Accumulate the optimism
Collect a bit of that fine goodwill
Stash it somewhere safe and ration it over the winter
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