This is the place.

This is the place where providence placed me:
This is the city where I was born.

This city's hard edges score and scrape me
This is where I was left forlorn.

This is the space where life misplaced me,
This the city where love embraced me -
This is the place that nearly erased me -

This is the city where I was born.

	This - the fresh autumnal day:
	cold winds, red leaves, a blue-china sky
	the river glitters and the flags blow high.

This is where my bad luck phased me -
This the place wherein I mourn -

This is where bad memories chased me -
This the space where my spirit is worn -

This the fount where I am strong -
This is where my race is run -
This is the place that I adorn:

This is the city where I was born.

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