Curfew's on the prowl
A beat constable silencing all
Stung by the loss of echoes
Cry the strunged out howls
Trains of expressions
Ground to a halt
In the barren bad lands
There are no No Smoking signs
Kid yourself with that makeup and design
The engine is going on a strike
Puffing out
Just before an encore
Keema paoed
Once more
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