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HOLY OF HOLIES
Where it began
I can’t remember
Oh, Manhattan’s 40th Street, 40th to 120th, to Union a long march,
Somewhere in the ‘80’s Broadway I first got connected
a stage on the big journey
I was with two new friends, I wasn’t showing up
for work with Bill, Would he keep my job?
The second stage
The archangel’s name sake showed us, a wayside rest with flowers,
I was given a glass
and water,
Now my friend fell behind a little,
I was on Claremont Avenue, old home,
I saw Montmartre’s Sacré-Coeur and marveled, Such extravagant delight on city citadel-- Worth it!
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