The magpie brings us tidings
Of news both fair and foul;
She's more cunning than the raven,
More wise than any owl.
Just got back from a city of powder blue skies,
There's plenty of spies.
Every street is crooked, they just wind around till they disappear.
Madame Butterfly, she lulls me to sleep
like an ancient river,
so wide and deep...
From magpies to butterflies
watch it all transform.
In the depths of the night
a new personality is born.
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