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56 Bird of the Night My people hate you And with good reasons Your hooting in the dark raises our hair We know not if it is the hooting only Or the stories tied to it. That witches do take your Shape and wreak havoc. You are to blame whatever the case. See the eagle soaring And by day commanding the skies, The gentle nightingale will at night sing Or else it purses up until dawn But you, you prefer the hooting night When hardly anything worthy stirs And side by side the bat With its reversed priorities You reign in darkness. You brought it upon yourself. My people hate you! ...

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