Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers, the tradesmen and pensioners, cobbler.
And the anthracite statues of the horses sleep in the fields, and the cows in the byres, and the dogs in the wet-nosed yards; and the cats nap in the slan.
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