An elevator to the 85th level, took I to the clouds we opened our curtains. December wind came whistling in, as our faces...we're on top of the world. Time's quiet, the land's persistent, whisperers of the scene, as the rivers stay still with consistence. For they're pigeons in New York. As they fly higher they stand, as they land higher we stand. Mixture of colors, people shaking hands. Filled with their own solutions they find so humane. Witnessed grime runs downstairs, through their spider claws they're on top of the world. For they're pigeons oh they're pigeons in New York.
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