The city has a rhythm,
The music of my soul
And it calls to me
It is the lullaby of Broadway
Where lights blaze eternal,
And marquess enblazen forever
Upon audience's eyes and hearts
Names of a privileged few,
Who have found Glory.
It is that I seek.
Glory.
Beyond the cheap colored lights,
To tread the boards forever
High flying adored.
Home, where crowds applaud my presence.
Defying Gravity, if only in a dream.
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