| Have you seen the silver raven
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| She has wings and she can fly
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| Far above the darkened waters
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| Far above the troubled sky
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| Have you seen the changing rivers
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| Now they wait their turn to die
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| But they turn their tide upon you
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| When the sea begins to cry
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| Have you seen the changing windows
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| Of the sea beyond the stars
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| And the sky beyond the sunbeams
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| And the world beyond your dreams
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| Have you seen the old world dying
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| Which was once what new worlds seem
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| Have you seen the silver raven
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| She has wings that barely gleam
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| They barely gleam, they barely glimmer
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| As she circles past the sun
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| And she tries to tell her sister
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| That her trials have just begun
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| Have you seen the silver raven
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| She has wings and she can fly
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| Far above the darkened waters
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| Far above the troubled sky
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| Have you seen the changing rivers
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| Now they wait their turn to die
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| But they turn their tide upon you
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| When the sea begins to cry |