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On this busy street
By noon ,
The city writhes in agony,
The clamor of the cars and trucks
Shatters every nerve :
The rush
The mad , mad rush is on,
The motion reigns supreme
The only manifestation of life .
On this very street
The quiet morning tip-toes
To waken me,
To waken the birds cuddled
In their nests,
To fill their throats , once more
With the same song
They have sung everyday
Since time began
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