| With hollow gaze
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| The bird looked deep into my eyes.
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| I saw sadness,
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| Followed the blackbird into the woods.
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| «I am the ghost of the child without a name
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| I sing out my tune — a song from my tomb.»
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| «Cry in the midst of the woods is mine,
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| A hapless mother took my life.
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| No sacred ground to lay in rest,
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| In the shape of a bird I escort your way.»
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| Cruel is the fate of that child.
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| The blackbird standeth on a branch
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| And from the shadows of the forest
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| Flew ten blackbirds
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| Gazing at me with their gleaming eyes.
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| Following my path through the woods
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| Sad were their eyes, in undeserved doom.
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| «Cry in the midst of the woods is mine,
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| A hapless mother took my life.
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| No sacred ground to lay in rest,
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| In the shape of a bird I escort your way.»
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| Cruel is the fate of that child.
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| «Cry in the midst of the woods is mine,
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| A hapless mother took my life.
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| No sacred ground to lay in rest,
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| In the shape of a bird I escort your way.»
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| Cruel is the fate of that child. |