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The cool breeze waves so hard,
That everything seems disorder.
The morning stars become dark,
As night all of a sudden.
It is the darkest of all,
That symbolizes the late hour.
Which made the city very silent,
Like a graveyard would be.
People run helter skelter,
Their belief was superstitious.
Mother left their children,
Farmers left their hoes and cutlass.
Even to see the stars and moon,
Sometimes it is very difficult.
Cause the night is the doom of most people,
Beware of the night!
Well penned. Am seeing this stanza from snother speck ,what if the latter stanza is use as tge initial part
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