| One raven’s gone, one summer changed me.
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| He took the ribbons from my hair,
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| And gave me wide and naked eyes to stare.
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| One raven’s gone, and he has changed me.
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| I hear the song his loving played.
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| It echoes in a world we never made.
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| I don’t wear blue ribbons now,
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| I don’t wind my heart with laces.
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| I don’t smile at lovers now,
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| I wind my eyes with rivers
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| From the places they will find.
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| The word is full of lovers
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| Loving hate and only loving
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| Others of their kind.
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| My raven’s gone, they took him from me
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| On black and shining wings of song.
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| Upon a wind of freedom swept along.
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| My raven’s gone, they took him from me.
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| I hear the laughter of their hate
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| And see the arrows fly from freedom’s gate.
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| I don’t wear blue ribbons now,
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| I don’t wind my heart with laces.
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| I don’t smile at lovers now,
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| I wind my eyes with rivers
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| From the places they will find.
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| The word is full of lovers
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| Loving hate and only loving
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| Others of their kind.
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| My love is gone, but love is with me.
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| The song he sang is in me now.
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| The tree of love will bear a loving bough.
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| Though he is gone, his voice is in me.
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| I hear him shout, I am not blind,
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| I am a man and men are all one kind.
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| I don’t wear blue ribbons now,
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| I don’t wind my heart with laces.
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| I don’t smile at lovers now,
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| I wind my eyes with rivers
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| From the places they will find.
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| The word is full of lovers
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| Loving hate and only loving
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| Others of their kind.
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| But maybe they are learning now,
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| Maybe just a few are learning. |