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Birds chirp and flutter, trying to find their nests Across the sky is the Sun's last dying red smear The hustle is quieting down in the Bazaar Its evening time, signal for the end of another day that was bizarre

Buses empty and honks die down Shutters close and doors shut Now, the city is naked and quiet Because now, the city sleeps

Few are awake and watchful Entrusted with the city's protection Within closed doors, people now enjoy The end of another hectic day

All is quiet, not a creak to be heard Dogs bark in distant places The Sun will soon penetrate the leaves And now, gradually, the city wakes from its slumber