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When the Lark trills-

Her final song -

In the belly of the night-

Swathed in starlight-

Her voice rings out -

One last call -

Laying in a bed of lavender -

She falls silent -

In her ill state -

She makes out Master’s hand-

Reaching for her stilling form-

The darkness swells in her vision-

As she fades immediately.