Three notes the crow called
Three notes three times
I went to see it ominous but
It was hiding on the roof
Of my neighbor and so
Not meant for me I hoped
Its croaked fanfare of death
But would I wish it
On my friend the crow
Just the messenger Gabriel
Bringing the invitation
For which I am not ready
Not at all worthy today
But then it flew away
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