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In the grove, the dove coos low,
Through the mist, the listless boughs do sway,
As the day fades to gray, the bay whispers secrets,
And the crickets strum their strings, a symphony plays.
The night is bright with stars, afar they gleam,
Dreams stream through the mind, intertwined with beams,
Seams of reality unravel, gravel roads lead,
Ahead, the spread of moonlight soothes, behooves to breathe.
Beneath the canopy, serenity descends,
Trends of thought bend, blend with shadows,
Meadows of slumber beckon, reckon with the night,
Delight in the flight of imagination's flight.
In the city's bustle, the rustle of leaves is lost,
Costly dreams mingle with the hustle and the rush,
Flushed faces race, space filled with chatter,
Clatter of footsteps on pavement, a rhythmic pattern.
Neon signs shine bright, light the night's ascent,
Sentiments blend, lend a glow to the street,
Feet beat the pavement, fervent in their quest,
Restless souls seek peace, release in the urban quest.
The skyline stands tall, all lights ablaze,
Maze of streets, beats of life intertwine,
Fine threads of fate weave, deceive the eye,
High above, the dove of hope still flies.
In the market square where traders air their wares,
Hares dart between stalls, calls echo through the square,
Bare of pretense, sense the pulse of commerce,
Verses rehearsed, dispersed by the din.
In the alleyways narrow, shadows harrow the night,
Bright lanterns cast, past whispers haunt,
Jaunt through history's lanes, stains of time remain,
Refrain from forgetting, letting memories fade.
Beneath the arches old, stories told in stone,
Tone of ancient tales, sails of time unfurl,
Whirl of life's dance, chance encounters abound,
Sound of footsteps fade, made part of the past.
[Outro]
In the grove, the city's market square, beneath the canopy, where past and present meet, the heartbeat of the city whispers secrets, as dreams of tomorrow abound.
