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| This is a city where... the death of an artist could draw thousands to the streets, |
| a white rose each in torrents of rain. |
| This is a city of Chinese silk, Belgian chocolates, French wine, German cars, Swiss watches. |
| Scottish mountains in fog give way to Mediterranean sun and laughter. |
| Foreigners come for a year or two, attend concerts, watch fireworks by the harbour, stay a lifetime. |
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| This is the city with a history unforetold. |
| This is Hong Kong |
| my city of poetry. |