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The autumn winds play a sad melody on the strings of cobwebs. In the cold, homeless sky , the crane's wedge melts in a farewell wave. My city is shrouded in a yellow shroud, Hidden in the drizzling smoke of rain, And bound by the damp fog of hopelessness, As if by the spell of an evil sorcerer.
A rainy, atmospheric street scene with warm, glowing lights. People with umbrellas stroll past elegant shops, reflecting the charm of a vintage city under a moody sky.