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"They say a city in the desert lies The vanity of an ancient king

But the city lies in broken pieces Where the wind howls and the

vultures sing These are the works of man This is the sum of our

ambition It would make a prison of my life If you became another's

wife With every prison blown to dust My enemies walk free I'm mad

about you I'm mad about you And I have never in my life Felt more

alone than I do now Although I claim dominions over all I see It

means nothing to me There are no vitories In all our histories,

without love"©Sting