Many were they
Groomed in their uniforms
Walking down the streets
Schools are closed it might seem
Minding their own business
Was everybody
Busy doing something
Running or sitting somewhere
Light everywhere
Here and there
Guiding the city
To wherever that one goes
Airwaves was booming
With sweet melody
Tuning to your heart
Refreshing your whole of you
Regardless of the time
It was bright
Moon was playing its part
The stars were many today too
As it comes to an end
This day of the year
Fulfilled you feel
And fresh for the next day
From afar it calls
Sheets you miss
A bed where sleep comes
Where all away it goes
Too soon maybe
But the early bird catches the worm
As we pen off
We say goodnight
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