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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