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tending the garden of noisewhen I grow the trafficand the churchbellsand the neighborhood boyssinging to myselfas the solitude sets inin tune with the symphonyof south brooklyn
I singrockabye, rockabye babyrockabye, the baby that is merockabye, rockabye babyrockabye til I'm fast asleepthe tunnel is train tornthe tracks are worn and sore
I can feel the rattleriding up through the floorshe jumped the turnstylehe paid for his ride
I am the echo in the stationwhere their footfalls collide
I left her at the epicenterwe were trembling dutifully
I left him too
I left parts of mesinging rockabye...I said today I am leavingin every sense of the wordbut I'm in love with your memory alreadyeverything I've seen and heardand I will go singingas the solitude sets inin time with the rythymof everywhere I have beenit sounds like rockabye...
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