morning comes and we find the entire world has changed to some megalomaniac innuendo....cacophony ensues in every corner and the city roars....devouring every single moment of peace from within...the peace so carefully acquired thru a good night's sleep....and it all begins......the rush........
tell me where are the lights to light up the nights dreams to take flights from the dark to the bright- ness of the days undettered, unfazed amidst the sun and its rays and the hot summer blaze where are the streams to flow and take the fire in tow into the seas of the morrow at the helm of the bow....
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