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Yorkshire's skies are light grey, their buildings are dark gray and there is no people. It's lonely, reflective, sad, full of nature. The grey rocks and the green grass are the only colours you'll see. I think that the streets and the buildings shone once, when there was no graveyards, no sickness. Come and share the nightmare, the phantom city, where I live, and in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you made.