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And by Our Own Hand Did Every Last Bird Lie Silent in Their Puddles, The Air Barren of Song as The Clouds Drifted a Away. For Killing Their Greatest Enemy, The Locusts Noisily Thanked Us and Turned Their Jaws Toward Our Crops, Swallowing Our Greed Whole Red Sparowes 01:44