The city is aglitter in the night
And shines its face much better than by day;
It shows to best advantage every sight
While ugliness is sheltered by the way
Each touch of tinsel tenderly conceals
The darkness it cannot illuminate.
Thus nightscapes fool our senses, and dark steals
Opinion for itself: yet we can state
Clearly and honestly: life did not change
Only the lighting did. It is the same
No matter how the shadows rearrange.
We do not have to play this silly game.
The city is the city, good or bad,
No matter in what raiment it is clad.
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