| I saw the crow born from the sand
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| I felt the mother groan from the burn
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| And I touched the char of the infant wing
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| And the cool-click claw
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| The rock is plunged in foam
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| A rainbow bent in emptiness
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| The mother licks the tar from his eyes
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| And the crow, he bites her tongue like a worm
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| The mother sobs 'cause
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| He speaks in froth and blood
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| (Like to rend your skull)
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| And she cannot understand
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| For all the charcoal, buzz, and dust
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| «Light of the world
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| You are not mine if you kill
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| And even if you could
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| Learn of a lost, invisible love
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| And the way we move in the dark
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| But make no sound
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| You would still forget them all»
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| We move in the dark
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| But make no sound
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| You would still forget us all
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| I saw the crow, born from the sand
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| I felt the mother groan from the bur
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| Are you hungry, boy?
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| Do you feel the call of the low black tide?
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| And you look up and you moan
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| And you look up and you moan
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| «I do, I do
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| And I am coming» |