A red light gleams in the distance
Hardly to be seen against the setting sun
The last light of day shines onto the railway
As the train thunders past into the sunset
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Watch the cars rush to and fro
The trams, busses, motorbikes
Hear the policeman's whiste
As the bicycles chase along the paths
Making some pedestrians curse
And others laugh at their antics
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Where is the noise of the town?
The constant chatter?
The steady rumble of cars?
The clatter and bustle
Changes into peace and quiet
In the park
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Curses, chatter, laughter
Colours, images, wares
Apples, cinnamon, perfume
It's a Saturday downtown
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