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The days too eventually fell silent,
Still also, the footfalls of the migrant,
No fires, no, none tapped a hydrant,
Although all heard,
The Pronouncements of The Tyrant,

No sounds, not even by the crows,
Empty shelves, bare in their rows,
Prairie dogs, stayed in their holes,
Chill settled, in all our souls,

All one could hear was the sound of,
Fear knocking on the...