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When the dawn comes
tonight will be a memory too and a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days, the stale court smell of morning.

A street lamp dies

Another night is over When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too and a new day will begin Burnt out ends of smoky days, the stale court smell of morning. A street lamp dies Another night is over
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