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Living night, Dying day
I drifted in the blackened light
The wind was breathing hard that night
The stars were burning brightly there
Amidst the chilly moon lit air
And as I wandered out astray
I saw a transformation play
The calm street lights that hung about
Had lost their glow and faded out
Then from their poles grew lively leaves
And soon they all had turned to trees
The sleeping cars parked in the street
Now sprouted fur and grew clawed feet
Then roared tremendous sounds of life
That completely filled the dying light
The jets that had soared through the sky
Were now small birds just flying by
All the things produced by man
Sank into the reborn land
Artificial to flesh and bone
The world was breathing life alone
I wished that this was not a dream
Then light appeared with sudden gleam
And all of this then faded away
A living night, but a dying day
