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I Dream of New York

I dream of New York

Goin’ to the Village to score some smack

By selling my body to the highest bidder

As my creativity soars to a new high

I paint the city with my soul

Using every drop of blood and sweat

As I wake up at noon uptown

And party downtown all night

Maybe, I’ll be famous and die young

Or become baghag on the mean streets

I dream of New York

Only if my mind goes South

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One Comment

  1. There are dreams and there are dreams. The fact of dreaming is great but the dreams themselves could lend a real clue as to the process of thinking and wishing; the results and consequences even more so.

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