(Song Lyrics)
Written by EdgeofMidnight
Observing: A row of ravens
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The croaking of ravens,
The cawing of crows,
The wind whistling through the trees,
Lined all in rows.
This place hasn’t changed,
Since the last time I came.
The gravely path
And the grave with your name.
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