On the streets of Monroe,
steel buildings tower over the concrete city blocks,
They look strong;
enough to stand the test of time.
On the streets of Monroe,
Trees greet passerbys with a great big sweeping bow,
When the wind blows;
On the streets of Monroe,
Childish laughter can be heard,
and the faint click, click, clicking,
Echos into the morning sun.
On the streets of Monroe,
People are busy,
People are happy;
The sun always shines
On the streets of Monroe.
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