Black Crow Dreams
Swiftly by, the black crow sings
of dreams he shall not conquer,
music playing deadly tunes,
of people who never falter.
Vision he sees and wants to have,
but boulders in the way;
but keep on trying, little angel,
one whom is hated by all.
You do as you do but to survive,
and none like you for that-
even your own hate your ways,
but fly on despite of that.
Swiftly by the black crow sings,
a lowly song of sorrow.
I miss the love that I once had,
but still, I shall not falter.
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