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The tick of the night watch

An apple fell from the apple tree.
In the darkness I heard it fall.
It tumbled through the high branches,
And broke upon the wall.
As it fell, it brushed against the leaves,
in the still September air,
and I think I heard them whisper,
quite clearly, “Why weren’t you there?”

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