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The rain has finally sung its song, Every drop making spring worthwhile. The clouds part and we can't wait long, Nature smiles, blooming all the while.
In New York, the city is always awake, Bright lights and busy streets make dreams come true. Every step holds a promise of something new, A spark of hope shining in all we do.
Each corner tells a story of courage and fight, Faces of strangers glow with a warm light. In the rush and hum of every busy street, I find the strength to chase dreams and never retreat.
Through crowded avenues and hidden quiet nooks, Every moment here writes a tale in its books, In this vibrant beat that never fades away, I learn to rise, to shine, and greet each day.
In Boston’s winter, the cold shows me the way. Frosty mornings and snowy nights help me grow each day.
Every icy breeze teaches me strength and care— in winter’s quiet moments, I learn to be brave.
No winter is harsh if you look closely, and at the end of the day, I know that everything will be okay.
