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At the crack of dawn, the rats would come out to play.
He knew they would try to shine.
But he wouldn't let them. Oh, no.
At the crack of dawn, the rats would start to talk.
He knew they'd give him up.
But he wouldn't let them. Oh, no.
There was only one way to stop this madness.
He drove to them.
At the crack of dawn, he knocked on their door.
They opened, saw him and tried to run.
It was messy and they never got to shine.
He almost felt for them, at the crack of dawn.
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