Glimmering lights- shimmering ones-
Embedded in the dashing black
Fill my views as I watch
The darkness darkening after dusk.
The twilight drops drop
But the city hardly stops
From playing its tune-
That zealous and exuberant music!
And on goes the evenings,
And on goes the nights,
With that tune still playing
Under the nights daylights
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