Flash, shine, glow
the clock hand strikes at nine.
The city lights illuminate
and I just freeze in time.
Cars whiz by
wheels turn miles and miles an hour.
But if you hike to the peak
you'll be in a light shower.
So here I wait until the day
that all the smog will fall.
Then once again we will, my friend
sleep under a starry shawl.
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