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STREETS of New York
Filled with heart-throbbing feet And a thundering applause for life They came from sunrise to sunset From the east to the west.
Sooner they disappear and what is left Are remnants of a busy and a long day And traces of dreams unable to stop In the streets of New York, the highways of life.
The sun sometimes, in full splendor, sleeps Or halts to shine in awesome power and might Because a heart is bleeding and is lost Amidst the tall skyline that paints New York.
When music joins the falling leaves That used to color the scene of people A soul is lifted high above this highway Sometimes looking for a lullabye to make you rest.
Many a story has been written Many a legend has been borne And all things will come to pass But the highways remain for ages to come.
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