| There’s a crow on the barrow
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| Saddest of figures in grey
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| Guardian of the royal grave
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| Ancient leyends say
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| There’s a moan from the upon hill
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| Clad in a silvery light
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| Dweller of a forgotten tomb
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| Dormant heathen might
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| Croaking at the autumn sky
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| An accolade in the wind
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| Carried to the ones up high
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| There’s a crow on the barrow
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| Silently spying into the dark
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| There’s a crow on the barrow
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| Secretly scowling into the black autumn night
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| There’s a present calmness so dense
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| A bower of eternal peace
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| Vague shadows in reverence
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| Like breezes through the tress
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| Echoes of the ceremony
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| Flashes of silver and gold
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| Offerings of beast and slaves
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| While odes and legends told
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| Croaking at the autumn sky
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| An accolade in the wind
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| Carried to the ones up high
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| There’s a crow on the barrow
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| Silently spying into the dark
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| There’s a crow on the barrow
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| Secretly scowling into the black autumn night
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| There’s a crow on the barrow
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| Silently spying into the dark
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| There’s a crow on the barrow
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| Secretly scowling into the black autumn night |