That almost imperceptible
Difference in the air,
When we’re not quite sure
The seasons are changing
But some primeval instinct
Is telling us
That things are not quite
As they should be, that
Some new force is
Insinuating itself,
A historical whisper,
We reassure ourselves
It can never happen here.
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