The city where no one ever sleeps,
Some dreams come true while others land in a depressing rubbish heap.
When looking out over the East Hudson standing on the magnificent bridge you would see,
The glorious, grand skyline as beautiful as can be.
No one can describe the emotions inside,
As one steps foot into the city of pride.
Bright lights will inspire,
When all the children retire.
Then in an overwhelmingly huge mountain of dirty ash,
The Big Apple bombards you with the constant clash,
Of love and hate, war and peace, and a melting pot hash.
Some dreams come true while others land in a depressing rubbish heap.
When looking out over the East Hudson standing on the magnificent bridge you would see,
The glorious, grand skyline as beautiful as can be.
No one can describe the emotions inside,
As one steps foot into the city of pride.
Bright lights will inspire,
When all the children retire.
Then in an overwhelmingly huge mountain of dirty ash,
The Big Apple bombards you with the constant clash,
Of love and hate, war and peace, and a melting pot hash.
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