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Beneath the walls
Of the mighty halls
Of the Tower of Angels falls
The sun upon the dying city of Cittagazze,
The city of the magpies.
The city of thieves,
Is haunted by specters who steal souls of adults with ease.
The children's chances of survival slip away like sand in a sieve
Each day in the dying city of Cittagazze,
The city of the magpies.
Their only hope for a full life
Lies with the subtle knife
So that each girl may live to have a husband and each boy a wife,
Within the dying city of Cittagazze,
The city of the magpies.
But they are not the bearers
Of the knife that scares the specters, the terrors,
And they will never be the wearers
Of adult clothing in dying Cittagazze,
The city of the magpies.
And alas cruel fate
Has caused the current bearer to set bate
For the new bearer to cross the gate
From his own world to dying Cittagazze,
The city of the magpies.
For the new bearer is not of this world
Of thieves who would have curled
The hair of the old there who have purled
Stitches they would not have within Cittagazze,
The city of the magpies.
And how the children hate him,
He whose name is not Tim,
But Will, not Kim.
For die will the city of Cittagazze,
The city of the magpies.
The knife is gone,
Just like the fawn,
Who would never graze or yawn
Near the dying city of Cittagazze,
The city of the magpies.