2: Poem
New York, the forces of freedom.
The land of glamor with a spur of coming dreams.
Steel, stone and sturdy faces roaming the cramming lanes.
Painting it with the shade of mundane.
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New York, the forces of freedom.
The land of glamor with a spur of coming dreams.
Steel, stone and sturdy faces roaming the cramming lanes.
Painting it with the shade of mundane.
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