When night falls over the metropolis, and lights, makeup and laughter mingle, then from trickle and deceptive splendor grow the shadows of the metropolis, the shadows of the night.
And a scream fades in the darkness of the night, and flutters on a thousandfold into golden houses full of splendor and light; and a smile dies on the made-up face.
Long live love!
What do you, who sit in judgment over me, know about me and my sufferings?
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