I hear the bird's cryptic crow
Indeed death it should bestow
And smother the madness of my breath
I hear the bird's carking crow
And see light kindled in foe or other
Put out by our fateful brother
I hear the bird's caring crow
At the end of a gunshot
That would drown my woe
I hear the bird's crow
And so do all in time
But we don't listen
To it's doomed rhyme
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