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There is a prison for lost ones
Heinous their crime
Where all are put to death
One at a time
I entered this prison
On the 4th of July at nine
My body shall leave it
Sooner than I had in mind
Outside stands a tree
In the tree lives a bird
And at five o clock it sings
A melancholy little tune
I cannot see the bird
Merely hear its mournful tune
For it knows that murder occurs
Within these four walls
And appropriate is its melody
That it sings to us all
And at five o clock
They take me to the gallows pole
But at least I can hear the bird
Before all that's left of me is my soul
The Bilge Master
