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 brooklynI sing rockabye, rockabye babyrockabye, the baby that is merockabye, rockabye babyrockabye til I’m fast asleep the tunnel is train tornthe tracks are worn and […]
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