Quiet

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Downstairs the television's off
the radio has done enough
the dog curled up, he doesn't bark
at night no singing for the lark
outside my window the cars are gone
they're in their driveways beside their lawn
the streetlight makes a gentle hum
but I can't hear it in my room
tucked in bed and fast asleep
there's not one sound
no, not a peep.


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