| One flies in to case the joint
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| Boldly struts around
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| Two fly in to make it three
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| Laugh a while and knock each other down
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| Four flies in with a frowning walk
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| Gains a laugh from out a squawk
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| But it’s five who owns the place
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| And proves it with a look
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| Stopping six and seven in their tracks
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| From smuggling a book
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| Words within our grasp — do we let go?
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| Do we fly heavily with the weight of what we know?
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| Words within our grasp — do we let go?
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| Do we fly heavily with what we know?
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| My friend bids me come and see
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| The ravens in the library
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| Setting quiet pages free
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| My friend bids me come and see
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| The ravens in the library
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| Setting quiet pages free
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| One for fiction, two for truth (One for sorrow)
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| Three for bikes and bathing suits (Two for joy)
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| Four for sci-fi/fantasy (Three for girls and four for boys)
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| Five loves art and ancient skulls (Five for silver)
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| Six eats periodicals (Six for gold)
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| Seven lives in poetry (Seven for a secret never told)
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| One hangs out on the drama shelves (One crow sorrow)
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| But keeps the monologues to herself (Two crows mirth)
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| Two and three are studying jewels (Three a wedding, four a birth)
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| Four reads all about the Huns (Five crows silver)
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| Five won’t share the shiny ones (Six crows gold)
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| Six and seven label molecules (Seven ravens, curious and bold)
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| Words within our grasp — do we let go? |
| (Words within our grasp)
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| Do we fly heavily with the weight of what we know? |
| (Do we let go?)
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| Words within our grasp — do we let go? |
| (Do we fly heavily with the weight)
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| Do we fly heavily with what we know? |
| (Of what we know)
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| Hours of study flying by
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| Words soaked up by beady eyes
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| Long debates into the night
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| Pages flying everywhere
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| Seek the language word by word
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| Like the black and clever bird
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| Never let it bring you down
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| All the things we haven’t figured out
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| My friend bids me come and see (Knitting up the 'raveled)
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| The ravens in the library (Sleeve of care)
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| Setting quiet pages free (Pages flying everywhere)
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| My friend bids me come and see (Knitting up the 'raveled)
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| The ravens in the library (Sleeve of care)
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| Setting quiet pages free (Pages flying everywhere)
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| Seven reads about the gods
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| Chuckles to herself
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| To the rest, she never lets on
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| Try to catch a glimpse of them
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| Bickering like mortal men
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| Feathers on the sidewalk
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| If you heard a raven say such horrible words
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| As the ones you may have heard in your day to day
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| Would it make you choose your own more carefully
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| Around the ones you love?
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| My friend bids me come and see (Knitting up the sleeve of care)
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| The ravens in the library
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| Setting quiet pages free (Pages flying everywhere)
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| My friend bids me come and see (Knitting up the sleeve of care)
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| The ravens in the library
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| Setting quiet pages free (Pages flying everywhere)
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| Setting quiet pages free (Pages flying everywhere)
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| Setting quiet pages free (Pages flying everywhere)
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| Setting quiet pages free |