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Back then, long before your plane touched down,

I lived through many stories on these streets.

Several key players have since skipped town

Proving to me no day ever repeats.

You now step into their vacancy,

Time's way of tapping me on the shoulder.

Later, when you're gone, here I'll still be -

A little smarter, a little older.

I've dug in deep with both hands

And found gold no longer here for the taking.

Soon all gives in to fate's demands,

So I'm not in the habit of forsaking.

In due course the road up ahead will fork

And you'll become part of My Old New York.