Paradise City
Come back birdie to your perch
On this old ignored steeple
And look how they hurry
In their quest for a million reams
Chasing a bazillion dreams
This heart of Paradise City
Insomniated for the purse
No guilt, no remorse
No pastures for the hungry sheep
To laze away in repose.
The wheel turns, the lamp burns
Tall and elegant the statue stands
Glistening in the lonely lights
Blanked by their eager strides
Rushing the sunrise in their life
As the silver globe strides across
The Paradise city sky.


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