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Sometimes at night the crickets stop Their chirping, and I know The things that hunt by moonlight Are prowling there below. Swish, swish through the meadow Then softly down the lawn. Only when the crickets chirp I'm sure that they have gone. —Benjamin Rice (1903—78) |
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