Towers rising
Up from the ground
Like upright cities
Scraping the skies
From high up above
The old neighborhood
We used to grab
A hot dog and a soda
From the cart on the corner
Then we'd sit on a bench
In the park across the street
Sauerkraut and mustard
We were both so young
Now that bench is gone
The whole park is gone
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