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Sittin on the porch stoop
                     One fine day

Harlem summer
        
Police and the people

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The passing stranger
                                Lookin for           Relief

From the         Heat
                                ( From the heat )

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Who is         really Here  ?

The streets tell their stories

Comin and goin

In and out of synch

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On the porch stoop

Seed of a dyin

Death of a dream
                            She

Lingers for a moment
                        Then ?                      Gone !

Just like we

Are soon gone

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Harlem summer

The police and the people

Seed of an image

Never fades