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Copper jade
Overworked and underpaid
Blessed born
Drenched and worn
Shades of doubt
Wrong side up and inside out
With double plays
And rain delays
A million ways to fill the day
These are, these are
These are the lives and times
Stubbled chin
Red Star setting blue-eyed grin
Communiques of
Raoul's new days
And with her pen
Maggie's cleanin' house again
Of punch-clock plans
And one night stands
And scars that kiss her poet's hands
These are, these are
These are the lives and times
Another generation swallowed up by time
Old aspirations trampled and maligned
Can we reconnect them?
Shade and protect them?
Rise up and resurrect them?
Indiscreet
The lights above Delancey Street
Flash and fade
I love you babe
Midnight blooms
Or dreary tombstone afternoons
No, I don't mind
If they collide
While you and I dream of the Lower-East Side
These are, these are
These are the lives and times
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