Warm breeze blowing through flowers and trees
At the crossroads of metropolitan wilderness
Steel and cement collide with fresh natural tones
Earthy perfumes smell pretty as they drift in the air
Traffic noise and city sounds confuse the senses
An abundance of vibrant beauty tranquilizes the soul
As the paradox of paradise runs along Tenth Avenue
On the right track in a forest of buildings and branches
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