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small as a bird that quivers at st.Nicks you'll find me there but all is not shaking and shivers I fly mighty low for a dare soaring and darting below radar and dodging those woods for the trees I finally swoop, but what is my prey? everything I perceive for I have the heart of an eagle yet am gentle and mild as a dove and if you look up, to the heavens in the Pool magic bird beasts stare silent above the female Piers out for the sailors the male for the girl about Town such a mythical City where Echoes are heard that's why I am proud i'm a bird.
