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Renée Fleming & Yo-Yo Ma
New York tendaberry, blue berry
A rush on rum of brush and drum
And the past is a blue note inside me
So I ran away in the morning
New York tendaberry, blue berry
Rugs and drapes and drugs and capes
Sweet kids in hunger slums
Firecrackers break, and they cross,
And they dust, and they skate;
And the night comes
I ran away in the morning
Now I'm back, unpacked
Sidewalk and pigeon
You look like a city
But you feel like religion to me
New York tendabery, true berry
I lost my eyes in east wind skies
Here where I've cried, where I've tried;
Where God and the tendaberry rise;
Where Quakers and revolutionaries
Join for life for precious years
Join for life for precious years
Join for life for precious years
Join for life through silver tears
New York tendaberry