High up in the sky,
The bird sings , the black magpie,
So far up, they look down,
Upon the Earth, upon a mound,
Upon a tree, upon a rock,
Upon a river, upon a loch,
Their wings flap making no noise,
They sit tall, with much poise,
Crowing toward their mate,
Eyeing the cattle by the gate,
Singing their tuneful song,
The night is short, day is long,
Wake with the sun
Tweeting happily,
Until twilight falls,
Heavily upon them all.
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