The same day dawning, yet far away where the city guards are yawning.
The sun rises over paved city streets and formally stuctured buildings and buttresses.
The dew sets down, only to be swept away by quick steps and hurried hooves.
The grass is laden with sweet scented perfumes, the garden of the royal family.
The guards sigh at the horizon, ever
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I just got bored and wanted to write something a little different.
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