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Early summer evening in the city has its hypnotic hold on me The way humidity mixes with warm blacktop and it's lines of lush trees I got a miles wide view of painted storm clouds rolling around the brick lined horizon Echoes of children's laughter chasing the sun down, the music of life lives here I listen as the late birds sing to usher in the night Lightposts buzz like first stars appearing to shine on my path The pulse of the street welcomes me Home at last