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Bleak Sorrow

Bleak sorrow beats a battered wing
And breaks its beak upon the pane.
This house, its peace, has shut it out.
From bloody mouth agape it screams.
Inside, we hear its desperate rap
Upon the window’s ended now,
Then nothing else, just quietness—
No scream, no squawk, no song, no fuss.
Bleak sorrow dies apart from us.

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