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"
What
tune
did
you
play
?
"
The
woman
wept
and
ran
from
the
stage
,
And
the
audience
moved
out
of
the
amphitheater
.
And
all
around
the
nervous
towns
of
Mars
a
similar
thing
had
happened
.
A
coldness
had
come
,
like
white
snow
falling
on
the
air
.
In
the
black
alleys
,
under
the
torches
,
the
children
sang
:
"
—
and
when
she
got
there
,
the
cupboard
was
bare
,
And
so
her
poor
dog
had
none
!
"
"
Children
!
"
voices
cried
.
"
What
was
that
rhyme
?
Where
did
you
learn
it
?
"
"
We
just
thought
of
it
,
all
of
a
sudden
.
It
’
s
just
words
we
don
’
t
understand
.
"
Doors
slammed
.
The
streets
were
deserted
.
Above
the
blue
hills
a
green
star
rose
.
All
over
the
night
side
of
Mars
lovers
awoke
to
listen
to
their
loved
ones
who
lay
humming
in
the
darkness
.
"
What
is
that
tune
?
"
