| Affection, the gifted architect
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| Is making a draft and beautiful design
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| The options and possibilities
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| Are endless when we connect and re-align
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| Collections of books and documents
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| Arise and parade around my cluttered desk
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| Reworking the math and measurements
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| Until I’m convinced these plans are picturesque
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| Like mountains in the Midwest
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| Reaction creates the columns dark
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| And wide like the roads around Fort Lauderdale
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| The structures begin to take their shape
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| Before I’ve designed the public monorail
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| The turnpike and high-speed motorway
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| Connect and enclose the quaint suburban streets
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| The airport, the broad suspension bridge
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| The lake and the beach where several rivers meet
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| Compounded from the spreadsheet
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| A city sparkles in the night
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| How can it glow so bright?
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| The neighborhoods surround the soft florescent light
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| Designer skyline in my head
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| Abstract and still well-read
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| You went from numbered lines to buildings overhead |