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This morning I arose, awakened by a silence.

A silence so subdued, that it deafened my lobe.

I heard no noise of the voice of Satan.

I heard no pleas from the cries of war.



There was no annihilation, no crime, no gun.

Outside, no wind, nor snow.

My door was unlocked, my window was open.

I felt no affliction, nor sadness nor throe.



This morning I arose, awakened by the dream.

Oh, how I wished it were true....

My door was locked, my window screened.

The only silence was in my room.