The city lives, and it moves as she moves,
It speaks through the mouths of its children,
Whispered words, drunken shouts,
The dreams of the homeless,
Feet pounding sidewalks, heels tapping,
And she walks down the street,
With the pulse of the city in her breast,
And the kiss of Broadway upon her lips.
There is life here, in this twisted
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