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It was already November,
The skies had gotten darker
The leaves were down
And all the birds had flown.
She was passing through the quiet city
Wondering what her next stop would be
She had no idea of where she was going
But she loved the thought of herself wandering
He was moving from street to street
Just trying to find a place where he would fit
From place to place he used to roam
Just like a stranger trying to find a new home
New York City, 5th Avenue
Out of the blue
She found herself into his eyes
Without even a bit of a surprise
And there the story goes
He never leaves her no matter what she does
Always hand in hand
Their story never ends
But she realized it was a mistake
To dream about things that would never be anything other than fake
At least his smile she would always remember
In the cold breeze of November.
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tales from the city // vic
Poetryand in the city full of strangers everyone has its own story filled with tears and laughters their lives stand still in mystery they could be lawyers, doctors or writers we will never know because there people come and go i'd really appreciate...
