> "You can feel the pulse of the pavement racing like a
> runaway horse,
> The subways are sizzling and the skin of the streets is
> gleaming with sweat,
> I've seen you sitting on the steps outside,
> And you were looking so restless and reckless and lost,
> I think it's time for you to come inside,
> I'll be waiting here with something that you'll never
> forget"
>
> I just love the alliteration...
>
And I love the memory.
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