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Escape Reality
By Yosniel Rosa
When we were young Wandering on dirt, through swaying tree trunks to the stream We called them New York They called us country We were strong They were tough The kind of feeling of friendship is love
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You get on the bus to find out it’s always full Get on the packed train Rats running through the tracks Going home to escape reality
After you get home, there’s always “Sentí que ella fue mi todo” (I felt like she was my everything) sweating out of the windows When you’re craving 99 cent pizza on Friday Fresh gyro on the sidewalk Visiting Times Square on New Year’s Eve Walking through the cramped streets Stepping through the snow
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