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95th street
Gypsie Rosalee
West 95TH Street,
The rumbling of city cars,
within these new york streets,
Where the brokers and the homeless
and the average joes can meet,
Where life gives just one promise
That no man be above nor beneith
Here, where my thoughts turn into you
Like the sun giving way to the moon,
here, where I hold all my memories.
Of a life that was taken too soon.
' 'Here, where my thoughts
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'Here, where my thoughts turn into you
Like the sun giving way to the moon,
here, where I hold all my memories.
Of a life that was taken too soon.' beautiful beautiful
Nice Trubute
sorry for the loss.
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SAD AND BEAUTIFUL ' '
SAD AND BEAUTIFUL
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' Here, where my thoughts turn into you
Like the sun giving way to the moon,'
A LOVELY LINE
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