Both alike and none was white
A bereaved and a melody Divine
The un-endowed with a quibble to site
The cuckoo days were never bright
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Strained her voice for the dastard deity
And so the petite voice got better shine
Ignorant of the pain to pity
The blatant crow never got guilty
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As the God has set a crux to gleam
The desire never helped but bothered
The day she mimed it off her dream
Died away and joined the Prime
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Now the friend recalled the dominition
Blamed the brutality and cried to heaven
The crow eckoed back to the creation
And the crow died for silent admiration.
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