The spray of twilight, the colors of the setting sun.
The homing birds, the blowing wafts.
I know not where to go.
The untouched dew, the clear morning air.
The new chaos of the day, the flitting engines.
The whiff of freshness, the hurried monotony of routine.
I know not where to go.
The walk of life, the stealth of silence,
The tranquility of the unseen,
I know now where to go
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