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Sitting alone,
Watching the sky,
As night turns to day
In the month of July.
It's four in the morning,
Dawn is breaking.
The black of the night
Becomes a blue sky,
Were it not for the street lights,
It would be a beautiful scene.
Were it not for the houses,
The horizon is clean.
A new day is dawning,
And just like before,
I was awake as it happened,
To witness it all.
The hum of computers,
In use just minutes before.
The light of a desk lamp,
As I sit here and write,
The sound of a pencil,
the dark of the night.
Both will be gone soon,
As the Sun gives us light.
Clouds can be seen now,
The sky, almost light.
Again it is daytime,
And gone is the night.
