Written in 1989: Fifty Years After The Fair

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Fifty years after the fair
The picture I have is so clear
Underneath the clouds in the air
Rose the trylon and the perisphere
And that for me was the finest of scenes
That perfect world across the river in queens

Aimee Mann

Twehty-five years after 
this New York World's Fair...
There was another New York World's Fair
in the exact same place.

Fifty times, I got free entry into the latter
by climbing a fence
but was only
arrested twice!

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