The line of traffic comes to a stand still For the love King, out in the morning air I find a place I started from The wild is calling, this time I follow Easter parade
In the bureau typewriterÂŽs quiet Confetti falls from every window Throwing hats up in the air A city perfect in every detail
Easter parade
I know you, birthday cards and silent music Paperbacks and Sunday clothes
In hallways and railway stations Radio across the morning air A crowd of people everywhere And then the people, all running forward
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