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If cities could talk, they would be enciclopedias, endless chains of thoughts.
They would rival with DNA strings, with entire galaxies of stars.
If cities could talk, they would constantly whisper human desires, fears, doubts, resolutions.
And every city would play its endless song made of whispers, rising in space like an eternal shuffling of footsteps.
And each song would float across space and tangle itself with another song, another melody of whispers, another string of thoughts.
If cities could talk, they would chant forever and ever every thought ever thought by every soul that ever stepped upon its stones.
If only cities could talk ...
They would rival with DNA strings, with entire galaxies of stars.
If cities could talk, they would constantly whisper human desires, fears, doubts, resolutions.
And every city would play its endless song made of whispers, rising in space like an eternal shuffling of footsteps.
And each song would float across space and tangle itself with another song, another melody of whispers, another string of thoughts.
If cities could talk, they would chant forever and ever every thought ever thought by every soul that ever stepped upon its stones.
If only cities could talk ...
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