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smiles light,
in the dark,
shining bright,
as a spark,
harmless bite,
deadly bark.
I think they don’t let the dogs out,
Because despite how loud they scream and shout,
The animals always fair worst after drought.
In these deepest places in shaded cells,
The prisoners hear ringing bells,
The call of danger, the depths of hell;
it always ends the same.
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