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[Aug. 17th, 2006|11:36 pm] |
The magpie brings us tidings
Of news both fair and foul;
She's more cunning than the raven,
More wise than any owl.
She brings us news of the harvest
Of barley, wheat, and corn.
She knows when we'll go to our graves
How we shall be born.
One for sorrow, Two for joy,
Three for a girl and four for a boy.
Five for silver, Six for gold,
And seven for a secret never told.
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