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Sydney's a beautiful city. It was a great experience.

quote by Barbara Hershey
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Sydney my Love

Sydney my love, Sydney my city.
Pretty pretty place,
Plenty- plenty beauty.
Sydney my love, Sydney my city.
First rays of sun –
Spread here fun,
Splendour and majesty,
Nothing so beauty.
Sydney my love, Sydney my city.
Tidy beaches, green green trees,
Heavenly blowing cool cool breeze,
Kissing the shore waves sporty.
Sydney my love, Sydney my city.
Fort Dension, port Jackson,
Kings Cross, Opera attraction,
Harbour bridge, Bondi beach,
Place to find calm & peace,
Sydney is our identity.
Sydney my love, Sydney my city.
Kangaroo, emu, blue mountain,
Adventure, romance, 4x, fun.
Flora fauna, folk, fidelity.
Sydney my love, Sydney my city.

poem by S.D. Tiwari
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The Bonny Port of Sydney

The lovely Port of Sydney
Lies laughing to the sky,
The bonny Port of Sydney,
Where the ships of nations lie.
You shall never see such beauty,
Though you sail the wide world o’er,
As the sunny Port of Sydney,
As we see it from the Shore.
The shades of night are falling
On many ports of call,
But the harbour lights of Sydney
Are the grandest of them all;
Such a city set in jewels
Has ne’er been seen before
As the harbour lights of Sydney
As we see them from the Shore.

I must sail for gloomy London,
Where there are no harbour lights,
Where no sun is seen in winter,
And there are no starry nights;
And the bonny port of Sydney—
I may never see it more,
But I’ll always dream about it
As we view it from North Shore.

poem by Henry Lawson
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Actually, Sydney is my second favourite city on earth, I love Sydney, but this is the greatest.

quote by Jeffrey Archer
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Now You're Here

No, we don’t care where you come from
Now you’re here
No, we don’t care where you come from
Have a beer
We don’t care if you are black or white or
Of another hue
Now you’re here in Western Sydney
Now you’re part of Western Sydney
Now all over Western Sydney
We love you.

We are very proud of our diversity
Out on the streets it’s very clear to see
We don’t care if you’re a Christian or a Jew
Or a Bhuddist or Islamic or Hindu
‘Cos we don’t care where you come from
We don’t care where you come from
We don’t care where you come from
Now you’re here.

We’re very proud of long history
And we pay respect to Aborigines
And there’s just one thing I’ll tell ya
Yes, to you and other fellas
That we don’t care where you come from
Now you’re here.

We’re proud of where we are going
You can see
We’re using all our creativity
To build a better future
And we’ll get there soon we betcha
‘Cos we don’t care where you come from
Now you’re here.

No, we don’t care where you come from
Have a beer
We don’t care if you are black or white or
Another hue
Now you’re here in Western Sydney
Now you’re part of Western Sydney
Now all over Western Sydney
We love you.

Now you’re here in Western Sydney
Now you’re part of Western Sydney
Now all over Western Sydney
We love you.

poem by David Keig
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City Beyond The Sun

There are no burdens to bear-No tears are shed, not one-Peace and Joy will reign forever-In that city beyond the sun-Wouldn't you like to go-To that beautiful city on high-There's only one train that goes there-Don't let it pass you by-Gold will buy many earthly things-But it will never pay your fare-To ride that great Gospel Train-To that majestic city up there-When this life is over-And Eternity has begun-Will you be among the dwellers-In that city beyond the sun.

poem by Joy Thacker
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If Paris is a city of lights, Sydney is the city of fireworks.

quote by Baz Luhrmann
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I performed in Sydney some years ago for the Sydney Festival and I am just so pleased to be returning to the wonderful Sydney Opera House and also performing in Melbourne for the first time.

quote by Lesley Garrett
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The girl from Cebu City

I know a girl from Cebu City
I have never met her but I know of her
through her lover… a much older man
who lives in my city.

She is much younger
very beautiful… a bit like a child
He has arranged for her to come for an
extended visit

He is worried that people might think
he has bought and paid for her, lest
her feelings be hurt

I say she is too young to understand…

He says he will throw money at the problem
and take her here and there, spoil her,
buy her things…
only to take her mind off things, of course…

I think it is ironic that this girl will go back
to Cebu City with more possessions
thinking herself richer for the experience –
not having been bought and paid for, of course…

and that this man from my city will be
all the poorer for his judgment….
for buying the paper queen
a heart of stone.

poem by Yuri Duraan
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Tale of Three Cities

New York blasted London blasted
Singapore -
Ripped off each other's metaphoric balls,
Crumbling walls.

Priapic city monoliths -
Blue-sky scraping bastards -
Shout about their height (but really length) .

V8 arseholes didn't care -
Pumping shit into the air,
So long as they were always there to
Fart aloud a smoggy cloud,
Laughing at the weak asthmatic,
Humoured that it seems traumatic.

Watch the greedy cities oozing
Chair-bound fat committees, though they
Look a bunch of titties as they
Waffle on about the pound.

Ever thought to look around and see
That they were dead?

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city city city city city city

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Film is a collective experience, as you know.

quote by Sydney Pollack
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Reading a novel of a private experience, very, very different, the nature of it is very different.

quote by Sydney Pollack
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Beautiful, Beautiful Midnight City

Beautiful, beautiful, midnight city.
I sense you are evil but still you are pretty.
I know your inhabitants are in need of pity.
But still I love my midnight city.

I see you collapse under the weight of the stars
And nothing can heal your scars
Nothing will heal your scars

And still the walls keep tumbling down
Because they were always tumbling down
Will nobody wear this crown?
Can nobody save this town?

Maybe one day this city could fly.
But some day this city will die...

poem by Alex Duchovny
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The Darker Side Of Sydney

There's more than glitz and glamour to Australia's biggest city Sydney has it's darker side
I've seen so many young people there their lives by drugs and booze destroyed
By trees in small parks and dimly lit laneways they sleep on the hard and bare ground
Near to where there's wealth and opulence there's great poverty to be found.

Many seem to think that for their poverty they only have themselves to blame
That they are lacking in their self worth and do not have a sense of shame
That they spend all of their welfare money on the buying of narcotics and booze
But it doesn't seem right to judge somebody if you have not walked in their shoes.

For to support their vices they must sleep rough and live on the cheap
And in the laneway off of Bourke St on the hard concrete they sleep
Yet I dare not criticize them and of them can only say
That they are the less fortunate of people and in life have lost their way.

One could say that their vices for them are now out of their control
But the weakness of the flesh is not a weakness of the soul
The soul of the poor and down and out despite the body's disrepair
Can have far more depth and feeling than the soul of the millionaire.

Australia's largest city to so many a sense of pride
But despite it's wealth and opulence Sydney has a darker side
And where there is glitter and glamour such great poverty abound
And far too many people living poor there and sleeping rough on the bare ground.

poem by Francis Duggan
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My City, My Town

My city, my town
The day u were birthed
No one regretted

My City
The glory of both the young and old
a site for everyone to behold

My city
A place of great edifices
a town with wonderful places

Four and two-legged machines
Fills this land unconditionally
A place of constant influx

Beautiful lush green grass
Filled the lawns at every corner
Bridges everywhere
as long as monumental caterpillars
Masts of every network
as tall as the Eiffel Tower of Paris,
A total amazement..

My city,
A beauty to uphold,
Now a story yet untold
My city, oh my town
You are losing your luster,
colour and radiance
That made humans of all race
want to advance, to seek solace

My city, My town
The land that brought memories
of neighborliness,
Everyone, together as of same parents

Awake from your slumber
Oh my great city, 'The Garden-City'
The crown princess of Rivers state
Why do you constantly hibernate?

Wake up
My city, my town,
Be like David,
Defeat this Goliath called GREED!
Show your feat
and make this enemy face the heat.

poem by Edwina Aleme
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My City

You are my city
The gaudy glow of neon light
that dispels the darkness of the night

Enhaling the smell of dust makes it feel like home
The cloudy weather, the dim trees, you look like an open book.
with nature bringing a colourful beauty to ones' heart

Alone i lay on a wooden raft
My breath is void of oxygen
My heart is scrambled without rythm
to the beautiful change made by ur smiling culture

The shimmers of the moon made the rest of the city glimmer
Now its clear why ure a symbol of pride

The lullaby tunes of the mocking bird awakens moments of passion
My head speaks and so does my heart
am lost in this beautiful city and for ever i want 2 b

Here, laughter is a pleasant sound
It spreads joy all around
flushing out every despair of the heart

Just for this city
i will open my eyes and ask the creator for one more day
one more day to discover the city in you and you in the city
let this be my praise of you, my beautiful city

poem by Ross Boss
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São Paulo

São Paulo
The city that I was born in
I never liked you since I was a child
São Paulo
Now that I am grown up I still don't like you either
I don't feel safe being in the streets in São Paulo
To me São Paulo is very ugly in real life
It is only beautiful in the postcards
There is no in between
Either you are rich or poor
There are too many contrasts
São Paulo
A city that never sleeps
São Paulo
I am glad that you don't have snow
One thing that is great in São Paulo is summer, the hot weather
I would go insane if I lived in here forever
For me it is like a prison
Because it is too dangerous to walk on the streets
It is a very depressing city
São Paulo
It is a real cement city
Buildings and more buildings
Hardly any green
It is an old city
450 years old
For me São Paulo
Is like a prison cell

poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Beautiful City of God

When we repudiate
The Beautiful City of God
(Indeed, The Beautiful City of Love) ,
Comes the feckless Savage
And the canting Dodd.

poem by Samuel Hardman
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~ DreamCity ~ Triolet 1

How great my dreamcity, how atoms my eartly city,
Longing for this dream, away from earth,
- I fly in movement, wanting to run like kitty,
How great my dreamcity, how atoms my earthy city,
-Traversing diamond fluvials; Terrenal rivers never to rebirth,
How I deem! The gentiles of dubious; so now there silly,
How great my dreamcity, how atoms my earthy city,
-I dont want to emerge from this beautitud night city

poem by Dandy leo jr.
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I Want To Die A Beautiful Death

Everybody here in the small town
Looks used and abused today
Everybody here is looking outside
Man, seems like nothing ever changes
Everybody they just want to have a good time
Everybody they just want to forget
Everybody wants to feel like they did when the sky looked good
And the world was perfect
I dont care
I just want to die pretty
I just want to get lost in the motion
I just want to get lost in my beautiful self
I just want to get lost in the city
I dont want to live forever
I want to die a beautiful death
Yeah, I got to get the hell out of this town
Everybodys looking upside down
Everybody is looking for the same thing
Really seems like nothing ever changes
Everybody they just want to buy a slow ride
Everybody they just want to get buy
Everybody wants to feel like they did when the sky looked high
And the world was simple
I dont care
I just want to die pretty
I just want to get lost in the motion
I just want to get lost in my beautiful self
I just want to get lost in the city
I dont want to live forever
I want to die a beautiful death
I want to die a beautiful death
I just want to die a beautiful death
I just want to die a beautiful death
I just want to die pretty
(oh, oh)
I just want to die pretty
Just want to die pretty
Sometimes I just want to die
I just want to get lost in the moment
I just want to get lost in the city tonight
I just want to get lost inside myself
I dont care about nothing
I just want to get lost in the motion
I just want to get lost in my beautiful self
I just want to get lost in the city
I dont want to live forever
I want to die a beautiful death
I want to die a beautiful death
Yes, I want to die a beautiful death
I just want to die a beautiful death
I just want to die pretty

song performed by by Everclear
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New Orleans is a city whose basic industry is the service industry. That's why it makes its money. That's - it brings people to the city. People come to the city and experience the wonders of this extraordinary city and everything else. The question is that, how do we create jobs which are the jobs that have pay, that - living wages?

quote by Danny Glover
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