Beyond the Fourth

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A week has now gone by,

Still I hear the crackling sparks,

Still I see the night sky turn bright,

Still I feel the house tremble.

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A week has now gone by,

Still I hear the explosions above,

Still I see the trail of smoke left behind,

Still I feel the ground shaking below.

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A week has now gone by,

Still I hear the car alarms blaring in protest,

Still I see the huddled forms preparing to light

Still I feel my startled heart pounding.

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A week has now gone by,

We celebrated and rejoiced one night

Until long after the moon was high,

But now is it not time for a silent night?