Breeze in a dark desert

Deep deep underneath
Walking in a hurry
Deep deep under the city
The desert of concrete
The guts of a large city
In the hell of hurried depth

In the narrow stair ways
Underneath the hasty city
There is a dark desert
Eradiating harsh solitude
Velocity of the underground
Anonymity of the tube
A metropolitan loneliness

And there is all of a sudden
The scent of spring
Special scent of freedom
Incomparable unique sensation
A foretaste of springtime
A foretaste of infinite freedom

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