The lonely sidewalk shines like diamonds
The city traffic hurts my bones
Smoking heat upon my shoulders
And my pockets full of stones
An empty bag blows by my feet
I feel a breeze
Then suddenly
I see her run in her summer clothes
To the beating of a thousand drums
See her run steady as she goes
That
Writer(s): Stan Van Samang, Ronald Oscar Vanhuffel, B J Scott
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