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Central Park South

Someones Grandma on a bench I passed her everyday Sharing the crumbs she begged for With every passing stray Once I heard her mumble 'Someone killed my Kitty' I don't want to get lost in New York City All of the things she used to love Were written on her face Laughter and song were everything Another time and place A place where in her dreams She still was pretty I don't want to get lost in New York City Grandma wasn't on her bench When I passed by today Her shopping cart of dreams was there But she had slipped away And I cried because I knew She found her kitty I don't want to get lost in New York City

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