The calm came towards late afternoon
As It grew night
It grew silent.
The time of silent
Reflected itself
Turned around the clock
The day drifted away
Fox hunt towards the brighter
The people here are walking
The street so long
Comunication itself was lost
But tied around the night
It is down tonight
Like everyday
which is not noticed
Except for now.
Its calm now as it flows
Towards the blinding light of morning
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