What the City Does
I entered the city
Well aware of all it had to give
But not what it would take
We all go in with dreams
And along the way we make a friend
Meet others
Find lovers
Walk to island's end
Then we grow
The friends go
And when the lover leaves
The time goes slow
It's a beautiful place
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