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A BLACK BIRD IN SEPTEMBER

Wings Black as Coal,
Body just as so,
Rests upon a tombstone,
Of one who has expired,
And gone to someplace higher.

Its Caw is Loud,
It’s Flight just as swift,
A Journey is now,
About to begin.

Bird of Death,
And of Life,
Caws to those,
Who died in Vain,
To take them to Heaven,
When there will be Peace again.