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''there will come soft rains,and the smell of the ground and swallows circling with their shimmering sound and the frogs in the pools, singing at night and wild plum trees in tremulous white Robbins will wear their feathery fire whistling their whims on a low fence wire and not one will know of the war, not one will care at last when it is done not one would mind neither bird, nor tree if mankind perished, utterly and spring at last, when she woke at dawn would scarcely know that we were gone.'' There will come soft rains, Ray Bradbury