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Waking up to a fevered cup of coffee, yesterday's echoes still fill the room softly

The radio tells of today's sky blue, but afternoon clouds hinting rain's due

The city sheds its silence, so true

Tower standing tall, our dreams are untouchable, can't fall

Make an old photo to fly as a paper plane to the sky

And the city's hum returns, reaching high

In the parking lot, just one car stays

A cat in the shade, watching in a daze

Everyone moves forward in a monotone gaze