Ça Ira: The Fall of the Bastille

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Birds flock, when winter settles in

The Harlequin with dunce's cap and silver horn

All mournful, mocking eye and painted tear

Has seen it all before

The sparrows hurl in the face of glazed imperium

Then stunned, affronted, fall

Then, picking up perch braggart on the wire and

Launch towards the south, towards the land of fire