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By: Cedric McClester It’s a **** shame No it’s absurd How the gentry Are changing Williamsburg And if you need The concrete proof They’ve raised the rents Right through the roof I dream of Williamsburg of old The one only my memory holds And it’s for this I shed a tear The Williamsburg of yesteryear The indigenous people of course Were first In time it became More ethnically diverse And then an enclave For artists and the arts With dirt cheap rents In certain parts I dream of Williamsburg of old The one only my memory holds And it’s for this I shed a tear The Williamsburg of yesteryear Everything changes with time Except the memories in the mind The Williamsburg I knew and loved Is the Williamsburg I always think of Artists held a funeral I here tell And sounded off The last death knell They gave Williamsburg Their sad goodbyes And wiped the tears Away from their eyes Everything changes with time Except the memories in the mind The Williamsburg I knew and loved Is the Williamsburg I always think of I dream of Williamsburg of old The one only my memory holds And it’s for this I shed a tear The Williamsburg of yesteryear I dream of Williamsburg of old The one only my memory holds And it’s for this I shed a tear The Williamsburg of yesteryear I dream of Williamsburg of old The one only my memory holds (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
WILLIAMSBURG
By: Cedric McClester It’s a **** shame No it’s absurd How the gentry Are changing Williamsburg And if you need The concrete proof They’ve raised the rents Right through the roof I dream of Williamsburg of old The one only my memory holds And it’s for this I shed a tear The Williamsburg of yesteryear The indigenous people of course Were first In time it became More ethnically diverse And then an enclave For artists and the arts With dirt cheap rents In certain parts I dream of Williamsburg of old The one only my memory holds And it’s for this I shed a tear The Williamsburg of yesteryear Everything changes with time Except the memories in the mind The Williamsburg I knew and loved Is the Williamsburg I always think of Artists held a funeral I here tell And sounded off The last death knell They gave Williamsburg Their sad goodbyes And wiped the tears Away from their eyes Everything changes with time Except the memories in the mind The Williamsburg I knew and loved Is the Williamsburg I always think of I dream of Williamsburg of old The one only my memory holds And it’s for this I shed a tear The Williamsburg of yesteryear I dream of Williamsburg of old The one only my memory holds And it’s for this I shed a tear The Williamsburg of yesteryear I dream of Williamsburg of old The one only my memory holds (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
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