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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