If I could open my arms
And span the length of the isle of Manhattan,
I'd bring it to where you are
Making a lake of the East River and Hudson
If I could open my mouth
Wide enough for a marching band to march out
They would make your name sing
And bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings.
while
through
there
sorrow
sound
shines
pinhole
rises
never
mouth
march
manhattan
making
light
marching
length
hudson
would
bounce
buildings
drips
gonna
bring
river
faucet
beautiful
alleys
slowly
aware
comfort
directions
leaks
drown
could
where
debate
around
curtains
heart
again
hermit
empty
blinds
enough
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