I knew a man that wanted to learn the trumpet
but could not play a note
he keep practicing
until one day a perfect sound
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Where the ghost of ebbets fields
whispers echoes of yesterday
under the boardwalks of coney island
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In prospect park where
old and young walk
hand in hand
on a timeless secret path
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Roots running deep
Crisscrossing below ground
Brooklyn trees are old trees
Hipsters can’t change that
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I am one of 6.5 billion
Human inhabitants of
The planet earth
The third planet from the sun
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Forgive them
For they know not what they say
When they violate this sacrosanct word
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I got the blues in my blood
It runs all within me
Everyday
and everyway
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You know the look
You have seen the pictures
Children
Thin to the bone
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