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The orange bulb of the sun abruptly vanishes,
Behind a dark veil, As shadows fall upon the land, Gleaming arrows pounce the earth, Hitting their marks true, Roofs pounding with the rhythm- Making mountains quaver. Hills collapse, Tumbling down These pheasants crash without avail, Mammoth fields of brown roll down, Trampling life beneath their path- Tragedy unfolds. |
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