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Knock, Knock – Behind the Door – who’s there?
We Both dread – the same Dark –
Have All the Lives and Lands – submerged –
That We be – in the Ark?

Which beast You then – and which might Mine –
Growling – Screeching – so Loud –
Yet such Jehovah’s bellowings
For just – Dove – take its flight?

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