The colors stood out in the distance,
Like the layered cakes across the river,
Despite the years, you showed persistence,
But this time no one's fixing the projector,
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Like skins and punks that pepper the area,
Soon you’ll be gone like Kuching Plaza,
We tried visiting you year after year,
Too bad you’re not the leaning tower of Pisa,
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Soon everything will melt down like candle wax,
The unfortunate result when trees get the axe,
My parent’s generation spoke of Old Rex,
Our generation will talk of Star Cineplex