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The city's pulse beats in my chest, A symphony of honking cars and chatter. The streets are alive with the restless, A never-ending dance of the matter. The towering buildings loom overhead, Their windows reflecting the city's light. A reminder of the life that's led, And the dreams that take flight. But in the quiet of the night, When the hustle and bustle fades away, I hear the echoes of the city's past, A whispered "remember me" they say. Nostalgia grips me in its grasp, As I stand amidst the city's hum. For though it's ever-changing, The echoes of the past will always come.