Empire State of Mind

January 19, 2018
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When the clock strikes twelve, we ride through the night,
Sketchy subways to trains below the overwhelming city of lights
Mama keeps telling me we’ll go some day,
Yet I know it's not gonna be that way
New York, the city where magic occurs,
Where tourists roam the streets all night and lonely stray cats purr
I fantasize of what adventures lie for me ahead,
As of now now, I dream alone, as I rest in my hospital bed.

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