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The sun has it's tune
As it's light fills the room
One more day in the dark
One more day playing part
The quiet streets are white
In the dull glow of the night
The city with it's moods
Slowly changes tune
For you
To be wrong is the rite
Of the humble and the trite
In our rooms dance so loud
Painting pictures of the crowds
Don't stop now black and blue
Feel the colours hum the tune
The windows with their dust
Show us what we must
Do
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