run past the crows
with the grace
and speed of Eros
across the earths face
get away from here
they'll hunt for you
far and near
cause they'll search the town too
the people still don't know
ever since your nightly flight
before the wintery snow
which was quite a sight
so long old friend
i'll see you in the end
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