New York's so loud
When we turn quiet
Things move so fast
When we fall silent
It's oh so bright
When we open our eyes
And a long way to go
When we think about it twice
New York's a mess
When we look at it closely
It mirrors ourselves
When we speak about it truthfully
I loved it dearly
When we've first been here
We haven't changed much since
When we fell in love with this city
New York's the place
Where we're both happy
The place making us remember
That we belong together
Fo a while I was worried
Life would pick us apart
Now we sit in the strawberry fields
And we'll stay forever
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Poetry»If in doubt, please make art Cause when the world falls apart You might mend a broken heart« Poetry from the notes app on my phone
