As the sun sets The people hustle along. Train after train after train. Mixed with the chatter of those around. The cool breeze comes and goes, On this end of summer, Beginning of fall day. I sit alone in my busy Brooklyn. Waiting, always waiting.
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As the sun sets The people hustle along. Train after train after train. Mixed with the chatter of those around. The cool breeze comes and goes, On this end of summer, Beginning of fall day. I sit alone in my busy Brooklyn. Waiting, always waiting.