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Down on the hill a guillotine stood, And on it a man with a thick black hood, "Woe are the ones who stand on this spot, And vile are the ones," said he, "Who do not." The first to go was an innocent man, Or so I thought as a peasant can, Down the blade came with efficient speed, And so the shined metal began it's feed. The second to die I did not know, I just knew it was I who did not go, The wood became dark and black to the sight, And none spoke a word of loss that night. Third was a woman with short, severed hair, And in shock we pretended we did not care, Down came the blade and none spoke a word, Not a sob, or protest, or