But one bird,
Had not misheard,
Likened to a K,
Rake and pent,
A vessel rose,
To Perch,
Upon the day;
When said and done,
Its wings outstretched,
Swallowed in the mire,
What black, fell heart,
Rose up in song,
Burning with unholy fire.
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