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An echo of a scream in my ears is singing,
Wide-eyed people, their hands are wringing, Worried looks are on everyone's face, Icy fingers of terror are stabbing from space. Unreasoning fear of what is unknown, With different people, feelings are shown In different ways; some take to flight, Others stand paralysed in the night.
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