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The ravens

The night they came I cried,

No one could escape there wrath.

Black sooty feathers fell to the ground,

The ravens were upon us.


Nobody amoungst us spied,

The black feathered dove

Who flew towards the bloodied mound

The ravens were upon us.


The day they came I laughed,

Everyone beheld their love.

Pure feathers floated on wind

The doves had come to us.


All of the world was glassed,

All fragile with pearl pure above.

Of which white bird so kind

The doves had come to us.


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