Here the night comes,
A smooth silken sheet of unfathomable blue,
Lined with golden thread.
And here the woods lay quietly still,
The ferns fast asleep;
A sonorous silent sound.
But there the city sings,
Of shining lights and life,
With streets full and bright.
It's shocking how different
The night can be
Though the clocks are ticking as one.
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