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My favorite time
Of the day is dusk
The transition phase
From day to night

When the cityís landscape
Changes from color to gray

I am in a state of suspension
Itís hard to decide which way to go
I am neither here nor there

The end of dusk occurs
When the dayís faint light
Is no longer questionably gone
And darkness takes over to conceal
Objects from sight.

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