The crows follow where I go they crow crow crow like I'm supposed to know But what are you trying to tell me can't you see I don't know what's with my destiny My time is running out I must go, end the routeno matter how you shout
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Rain drops pitter,pitter patter patterns,Soft tears of dead sky,Or an angry spitting SaturnGround, then once dry,Now spotted to the eye,Will soon be traversed,By worms as alive as IBut as fate wraths,The crow blocks its path,--- a swoop of its beak,--- a mouthful, it's meatAs the trapped, poor worm,Writhes, Saturn laughs