Boston Circle

Will you believe the sun
When it walks on by
It reflects on the glass
As it's says goodbye
As it passes the clouds
You watch with tentative eyes

Its castle walls may be all white
Its towering gates may need respite
It will all stand tall without its knight
Now the shivering night will take its bite

It waits on the street
As you venture on
Hey, little tree
Where else have you gone
Who else will you meet
And what will you spawn

Its tower's tall, it keeps on watch
Our prince's fate is set by scotch
To my highness I will always be staunch
Clean up the tears with a lowly swatch



Credits
Writer(s): Julian Gamboa Barrera
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