City of Mine
I write the city of mine
The city that never shines
It’s never lively like New York City
It would never stop making me dizzy
The city of mine is blue
But it doesn’t have oceans to view
The city of mine is grey
Thunders and lightning are on their way
The city of mine secretly cries
It’s full with crimes, full with lies
It hopes that everything could be fine
And maybe one day could find someone
Who understands the city of mine
City
Under the snow in a street,
In a truly cold secretive street,
Snow falling gently in front of me,
I walk alone,
I walk alone in this strange city street,
In this city street,
I insist on believing,
There will be a man,
Thinking the same thing,
Looking at the same moon,
With similar frequency,
In a lonely station exit,
Arranged to meet with me.
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