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the sounds of the night

I hear the sound of thunder

yet it is not raining

I hear the sound of shouting

yet it is not for joy

I hear the sound of bells ringing

yet it is not from the church

I hear the sound of desperate prayers

yet it is not Sunday

I hear the sound of rushing footsteps

yet they are not here to save me

they are here to take me.

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