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All you who are awake in the dark of the night,all you companions of the one lit windowin the knuckled-down row of sleeping houses,all you who think nothing of the midnight hourbut by three or four have done your workand are on the way home, stoppingat traffic lights, even though there is no onebut you in either direction. How different the dark iswhen day is coming; you know all this.All you who have kept awake through the dark of the night