Upon the eve of evening, when there is still the strength of day yet the softness of night, the city comes alive with music and light.
In the hush of deepening blue comes evening to the city, ever lit, ever awake, ever with pulsing heart.
Evening in the city, in the graphite-lullaby, each vivid hue collects their boarding pass for the land of dreams.
In the city lights, in the serenity of eventide, the dreams of night begin to play in sweet imagination.
Evening in the city, upon the lamp-lit runway, souls tell their pilots to make ready. It's time to fly.
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