I watch the sky turn black to blush,
Head still spinning from the rush,
Of all the things I’ve done,
And I take it with me when I leave,
The crowded skyline,
The sleepless city always leaves its mark,
Just close my eyes and I'm back again,
These dawn-lit streets begin to fill ,
With memories of you and I
On a New York City night!
-Paraphrased from "New York City" by Paul Van Dyk
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