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OMEN
A fair white dove came to my window sillIn the faint morning light,
Preening its feathers with a pale pink bill
Daintily in my sight,
Nodding its head with pretty curtsey still
To left and right,
And then took flight.
O fair, white dove, I meant to thee no ill;
Why did'st thou then take fright,
And vanish from my sight?
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