Beethoven St.
de Sunday's Best
I remember my old Beethoven Street:
with the market on the corner always closed.
A place that will never change in time;
when you find it you can tell that it's mine.
Backyard in the sun, runners up at dawn,
motorcars with mufflers charged raced after dark…
I knew I could never really leave:
there's a handprint on the sidewalk I've outgrown.
In a place that I will always call my home...
Never forget it. Never leave it alone
Never let it go now.
You know Beethoven was my own.
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