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When
The voices pound the urban pump
The sky is cloudy with the industrial exhale
The streets are crowded with too much dead time
The tempo of this human race is pressing my heart

Then I
Take my time and step out of my mind
Take a walk to my haven, my hidden paradise
Where the city always sleeps and my dreams awake
Where I can hide behind walls of imagination and go free



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Location = Golda Park, Negev (Golda Park, named for Prime Minister Golda Meir)

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