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One blackbird sat upon a limb

A' singing his favorite song

Another flew down next to him

And said, "There's something wrong."



He cried, "I've flown a hundred miles

Above the shining sea

All through the woods and Around the isles ,

No one was there but me.



I flew above the arid plains

And ice north near the Pole;

Though wells and troughs were filled by rain.

I saw yet not a soul.



The animals have disappeared

The humans gone away

There are no children's cries to hear

No words are left to say.



How glad I was to find you here,"

Sighed he, "I felt alone.

But now I know I have you near

And won't be on my own."



At length the first bird stared at him

With darkness in his eyes

And as the setting sun grew dim,

He flew away to die.