The winter sun,
Gently sets,
As a sleeping city,
Awakens.
Soon it’ll be dark,
The streets,
Turning crowded and loud.
In earlier times,
I loved it.
Now I crave sunrise,
When the city,
Begins to sleep.
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The winter sun,
Gently sets,
As a sleeping city,
Awakens.
Soon it’ll be dark,
The streets,
Turning crowded and loud.
In earlier times,
I loved it.
Now I crave sunrise,
When the city,
Begins to sleep.