The Camera Eye

[03:38.29] Grim faced and forbidding, their faces closed tight
[03:41.84] An angular mass of New Yorkers
[03:46.50] Pacing in rhythm, race the oncoming night
[03:50.11] They chase through the streets of Manhattan
[03:54.99] Head first humanity, pause at a light
[03:58.51] Then flow through the streets of the city
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[04:43.02] They seem oblivious to a soft spring rain
[04:48.90] Like an English rain
[04:53.83] So light, yet endless
[04:57.16] From a leaden sky
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[05:17.31] The buildings are lost in their limitless rise
[05:23.12] My feet catch the pulse and the purposeful stride
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[05:39.72] I feel the sense of possibilities
[05:45.65] I feel the wrench of hard realities
[05:53.62] The focus is sharp in the city
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[07:27.96] Wide angle watcher on life's ancient tales
[07:31.80] Steeped in the history of London
[07:36.29] Green and grey washes in a wispy white veil
[07:40.25] Mist in the streets of Westminster
[07:44.78] Wistful and weathered, the pride still prevails
[07:48.49] Alive in the streets of the city
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[08:32.75] Are they oblivious to this quality?
[08:39.24] A quality
[08:43.64] Of light unique to
[08:46.84] Every city's streets
[08:50.84] ("'Ello!")
[08:50.88] ("Morning, guv.")
[09:07.24] Pavements may teem with intense energy
[09:12.51] But the city is calm in this violent sea
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[10:04.27] I feel the sense of possibilities
[10:10.03] I feel the wrench of hard realities
[10:18.02] The focus is sharp in the city
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