New York's Charm
The perfect skyline
Promises all the mystery and beauty
Of the world.
A place where
You are surrounded
By things you can’t have,
But the charm is
It makes you think
You can have them.
Looking to belong
(To be part of the city!)
We want to go where
The standards are high,
Many share your dreams,
And to be both no one
And someone.
So we dream
And wait
For the city that already has us.
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