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Black Crows Fly






black crows fly with broken wings cross grey skies & the snows they bring. On battered clouds & winds of sleet, beckoned by the paths they seek. feed your fire, lock your door sinkin' sun & yesterdays...are no more. Sanctuary, weaving dreams, life is never what it seems. You summit peaks to touch the sky, to wake the soul asleep inside raise your cup, smile some more, that's what we're created for; curse your night, seize your days before their no more

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