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Black against a sky of grey |
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With cold in your bones |
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And the winter coming on |
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And the smell of snow on the way |
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The sun's going down |
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But you're walking home |
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The warmth will ease your pain |
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Like a jet black raven overhead (sings: Like a jet |
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Black raven in the sky) |
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My love is a bird of change |
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My love is an autumn raven |
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Above a field cut low |
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And what she sees as she flies through the trees |
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No man is going to know |
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An omen to swear by |
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Like a terrible raven overhead |
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In the rolling autumn sky |
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When the black night falls |
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The raven calls |
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And bathes me with her sweet breath |
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And the rough grey blanket |
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Weighs us down |
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Into a sleep like death |
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My love is an autumn raven |
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Above a field cut low |
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With the order of heaven pressing down |
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And frost on the stubble below |
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And the wisdom of the men and gods |
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The folly of the day |
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Is flying in the swift black raven |
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In a sky of grey |
