And so I'm told of a night so cold
in a forest black and deep

There hangs a scene whose none ears had seen
a swollen cloud of speech

Their throats turned out like empty pockets shrug
and feathered in crimson drops

And from his hand a sword did land
upon this mossy rock

Two babes had their tip top bells well-rang
and sang in whispering reeds

Was loud and bright for such a darkened night
a cloudless night indeed.

And in the morn a lark did land
upon this upturned hand

The yellow breast was unimpressed
at this retreat to the land

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