flapping ragged wings over pawns and kings there is often much talk of the fortune it brings each belabored stroke brings out a broken croak it delivers its doom to all manner of folk no way to ward it off just pray it stays aloft well it comes for the brave and it comes for the soft beware the jagged beak of which they fear to speak never think you re exempt from the tribute it seeks and if you hear that crooked bird just close your shutters tight heed the warning written here and live to see the light if you look into the sky and catch its eye no way to ward it off just pray it stays aloft well it comes for the brave and it comes for the soft beware the jagged beak of which they fear to speak and never think you re exempt from the tribute it seeks and if you hear that crooked bird just close your shutters tight heed the warning written here and live to see the light if you look into the sky and catch its eye it will alight and if you hear that crooked bird just close your shutters tight heed the warning written here and live to see the light if you look into the sky and catch its eye it will alight 
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