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Prettiest lights and the realest folks all gather on the streets of Times Square. All that is expected is to enjoy the signs, the music playing, stores and their windows with dresses and mannequins, and the lights flashing everywhere creating the brightest scene. All that is expected is to let yourself free. Adapt to the lights that flash observe the signs of artists on their way put a penny in the guitarists case take in the audio of real people everywhere. We would be lost in life without the fitting in of a little shenanigans. I just want to be there again.
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
Times Square Glory
Prettiest lights and the realest folks all gather on the streets of Times Square. All that is expected is to enjoy the signs, the music playing, stores and their windows with dresses and mannequins, and the lights flashing everywhere creating the brightest scene. All that is expected is to let yourself free. Adapt to the lights that flash observe the signs of artists on their way put a penny in the guitarists case take in the audio of real people everywhere. We would be lost in life without the fitting in of a little shenanigans. I just want to be there again.
LunaCasablanca
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
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