Dark is fading as a memory
Sun is rising through the clouds
Spirits of the night are withering
Drifted by the breeze, like dust
Oh sheepish glow of the horizon
You're glare ascends in the city
The birdsong, so sweet and melodious
is awaking the sleeping souls
Dew is wetting these dirty roads
And wind is moving the icy air
The golden sky of the dawn
is the background of another day
Yesterday is the same of now
all returns, with no reason
People are rushing through the city
Their thoughts are moulding these crowded stations
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