Tis' I The Crow
As if i don't hear, The storm although far i feel is near.
I see what is done , the streets are telling , bare skin , darkened corner , another heart
weakened , Do you not know what you do, Tis' The Crow , i see all , in streets , in
woods , through window's , freaks and , the like Tis The crow, not of man, thy nother '
woman per sa weekends.
Tis' The Crow, heart of black eyes to the future, you can not escape truth , nature's
lawyer, some a nusance'
A brillant sign there is no more' Tis' the Crow' whom tales the past, with a laugh mid
season there is no hiding.
Black as coal , no other nor more. hollow of struture with no soul Tis' I The Crow'
George F.
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