Sitting on a carousel ride
without any music or lights
everything was closed at Coney Island
and I could not help from smiling.
I can hear the Atlantic echo back
rollercoaster screams from summers past.
amd everything was closed at Coney Island
and I could not help from smiling
Brooklyn will fill the beach eventually
and everyone will go except me.

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