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Thrice
as the crow flies
Mother crow, feels no painspeaks no word.
Speckled egg, hatching slow,
bible black baby bird.
One day you?ll fly over me.
Placed you in a flannel coat;
months fly by.
Grow your bones feathers, skin;
bible black, by and by,
you will spread your wings.
One day you?ll fly over me.