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Morning smoke lifts from the kettles; taxis grin down the line. We lace shoes, share bread, pass the news into light, and the street unbuttons its yawn, so we step in time. Neighbour says walk with me; the tar answers, talk with me. Tin roofs flash; kids chalk laughter into wind; hands become drums; the corner shop learns to smile. Left, right: one song, one spin. left, right we lean into the grin. Leader says we go; the crowd answers we grow. We climb. let’s shine. Ooo, hold—call me early—answer slowly. Ooo, hold— hands together, moving wholly. Whistle, then rise: bright open skies. Again we rise, again the sky, and the day writes its hum on our ribs. rise… rise…
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Morning smoke, kettle sings; taxis grin down the line. We lace shoes, share bread, pass news in the light. Street yawns open; we step in time. Neighbour says (walk with me). Street says (talk with me). Whistle—then rise Bright open skies Whistle—then rise Bright open skies Tin roofs flash; kids laugh, chalk dust on the wind. Hands like drums; the corner shop grins. Steps in time—left, right—one song, one spin. (Left—right) we lean into the grin. ([Leader:]) We go! [Crowd:] (We grow!) ([Leader:]) We climb! [Crowd:] (Let’s shine!) Ooo (hold) Call me early—answer slowly. Ooo (hold) Hands together—moving wholly. Whistle—then rise Bright open skies Whistle—then rise Bright open skies (Rise… rise…)
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