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This city holds my most memorable days It taught me from my childish ways Never on schedule, but always on time As long as everything was perfect and in line I will never be broken down As long as I see myself wearing the crown The goal is just west of my street So sooner or later were destined to meet When the weather begins to shift I realize my life is still adrift With no founded purpose, but lots of guidance While pondering when the earth will come to a subsidence It’s the things we remember that give the world shock Just as the people who appear in dozens and watch the clock tic toc Do we have time to intertwine and forget about past times? I capture the height of my success, and continue my upward climb
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression!&nbsp;</p>

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