When the first rays of dawn begin to hit the city, girl standing on rooftop
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When the first rays of dawn begin to hit the city, girl standing on rooftop, Gaze at the waking metropolis. Her face is illuminated by something soft, Gentle shades of the rising sun, Cast a warm glow on her features. The city below is still shrouded in the quiet silence before dawn, Softer streetlights, Amber glow on an empty street.
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When the first rays of dawn begin to hit the city, girl standing on rooftop, Gaze at the waking metropolis. Her face is illuminated by something soft, Gentle shades of the rising sun, Cast a warm glow on her features. The city below is still shrouded in the quiet silence before dawn, Softer streetlights, Amber glow on an empty street.
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