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New York
At night,
In January,
There's a foggy atmosphere
In New YOrk,
I see through the window
The tired city,
In the dark,
The city that never rest,
Does rest,
When not body is
Stealing its space and
And stepping on it,
NY, at night get a foggy
Atmosphere,
This is NY.
Sena
In January,
There's a foggy atmosphere
In New YOrk,
I see through the window
The tired city,
In the dark,
The city that never rest,
Does rest,
When not body is
Stealing its space and
And stepping on it,
NY, at night get a foggy
Atmosphere,
This is NY.
Sena
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