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A strip of tin
Ripped from a roof
Rests in the road
Beside a blue sledge
There was wild weather
Last night.
I'm out in the early darkness
A bright-eyed blackbird
shuffling through rustling leaves
Like a magician
Pick a card
The wind picks one
And throws it skywards
Away to the east it goes
Where it lands, nobody knows
And I have another song
in my dreaming head

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