Her lament:
That fickle magpie tells sweet lies,
What proof is there behind its cries?
I'll catch the rogue as it flies near,
And lock it in a golden cage, right here.
The magpie's reply:
I only came to bring you cheer,
But now you've locked me in here.
If you wish your soldier to return soon,
Then free me to the clouds and moon!
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