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A raven on my shoulder,
singing a sad melody

There are bodies under the grass,
people who have traveled far away
to never come back,
but the bird remembers

The leafless tree moves
with the violent wind, and
its branches ricochet
from soul to soul

The black feathers of the raven disappear
it was never a bird,
but my future,
haunting my dreams

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