I stand tonight, alone,
And I look up at the same sky
As the one you see in the city.
Well, yours may have a few more clouds
But at least they give you company.
Them, and an army of a million people-
Yet they both seem so grey.
In suits and well-arrayed,
They march on the sidewalk,
With their necks locked firm
And their arms at a sway
In a place so filled with people,
I've never seen something more lifeless
As I look to the stars
I realize that freedom is priceless
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