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ROOFS

ABOVE the vibrant town,

Above its dull clamour,

Roofs like ragged blades

Break into the moist golden glow

With mosaic of lustreful tiles

And slates that gleam

metallic.

The first pale stars will soon illume

The dying scene till sole

Ethereal silhouettes pierce the gloom.

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