<p>Like the setting sun</p><p>A beautiful sunrise</p><p>Coloring the high-rise windows</p><p>Looking around</p><p>No birds in sight</p><p>The roar of machines shaking the city</p><p>Swallowing up our conversation</p><p>Trying to cross the crosswalk in silence</p><p>Facing each other</p><p>Standing affectionately by the traffic light</p><p>Little by little, little by little, very little</p><p>The sound of sobbing is heard</p><p>Let's turn</p><p>At the corner of the 000 building on Park Avenue</p><p>A neat, elderly woman</p><p>Tears streaming down her dull cheeks</p><p>Her eyes staring down at the phone screen in her hand</p><p>With disbelief</p><p>People pass by...like the ebb tide</p><p>Unheard, unseen, felt alone</p><p>Her sorrow</p><p>Tread upon by our busy footsteps</p><p>Let's look back (once again)</p><p>A few birds from the Hudson River</p><p>Carrying all her sorrow</p><p>Flying over her with her head bowed</p><p>With a voice strained</p><p>Flying over her with her head bowed.</p>
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