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Nightfall, hushed and frozen stood the world on its tiptoes,
As the earth and sky together cajole to sleep the
little baby in the dark house, all lonesome and weeping,
Swaying on a broken cradle, has the house god
found a way to stop the sunrise yet? He watches the baby
rise and fall, the house empty and his heart emptier,
The creaks of a cradle fall on a headless ear,
The shrieks of the baby pierce through a stiller air,
The tree top will bend to the wind and
down will come baby, cradle and all.