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The sky is a green stagnant swamp.
The marching thunder approaches,
More rapidly with every peal.
Dawns light tries to infiltrate,
But it is muted by the oppression ,
Of the vault of steel clad clouds.
Last night the breeze sang a lullaby.
This dawn it screamed in howls.
The distant rumbling approaches,
Unlike the peaceful quiet of last night.
The wind is lifting swirls of leaves.
