The friends we had, the friends we leftAlong the siren streetsA signal past, a thousand theftsIn red light, white light beats Oh, where can I rest in this hidden townAs wind comes whistling throughIn light and dark, as it rains down,A dancer flails there too Somewhere she …
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Each day in lights and city streets,Construction sounds that crack the air;Or horns that break in crazy beatsAt roadblocks halting everywhere. I seek somewhere a patch of grassBeyond a thousand concrete bridges,A place where I shall passA skyline filled with mountain ridges. But now the air is …
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