The gray gives way, a blush upon the pane,
And muted sounds begin to softly creep.
A distant horn, a whispered drop of rain,
Disturb the slumber of a city deep.
Then bolder notes, a vendor's early call,
The rumble low of engines starting slow,
A bird's sharp trill that answers over all,
As morning's gentle currents start to flow.
The shutters creak,...
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