The hearth so grey, scant words spoken
Shelled out towns with hollow eyes
Shadows stalk, hearts near broken
Whilst heads hang low and heaven cries
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Working bird, Courier of war Her missions flew - Great hazards bore, To carry word! Who knew, who knew?