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I stood on cobblestones, bright and tall
Listening to whispers, the secrets of all
Lovers confessed, deals were made
Gossip and laughter in my crimson shade
Businessmen hurried, hearts beat fast
Promises spoken that were never to last
I held their voices, their joy, their fears
A thousand stories over a hundred years
Now I’m a photo, a backdrop, a show
Tourists smile, they don’t really know
All the whispers, the cries, the delight
Are locked in my memory, out of sight
Once the center of lives passing through
Now I’m a relic, a red shade of blue
The city moved on, and the world went small
Everyone talking in a pocket so tall
Tiny rectangles stole my voice away
And people forgot what I used to say
No more secrets, no urgent calls
Just the click of cameras by museum walls
I watch the world from my painted frame
A silent witness, yet I feel the same
Now I’m a photo, a backdrop, a show
Tourists smile, they don’t really know
All the whispers, the cries, the delight
Are locked in my memory, out of sight
Once the center of lives passing through
Now I’m a relic, a red shade of blue
If only they knew the lives I’ve held
The dreams, the heartbreaks, the stories I spelled
I was alive in a world of sound
Now I’m still, yet memories abound
Yes, I’m a photo, a relic, a show
Yet my secrets in silence still glow
Lovers, dreamers, the hurried and new
All left their echoes inside my red hue
Once the heart of a bustling street
Now I stand, a museum seat
