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Common fortune seeks us all |
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and slips our binding rings |
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we'll turn our heads |
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and make us reel |
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we'll bare our arms as wings |
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before our feet a feather drifts |
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beyond us it will fall |
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cause time will bid and make us rise |
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make ravens of us all |
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My love he breathed the air of kings |
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yet fell beneath his luck |
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and in his heart a yearning yet |
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before his time time shook |
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all the gifts that God had gave |
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and those by fate denied |
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gone to where all treasures laid |
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and where the raven flies |
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oh there are places I agree |
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where I have yet to roam |
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the Egyptian field |
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the arctic sea where shadows |
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haunt and moan |
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but none but sky |
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I have to go |
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should I return to thee |
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gone to where the feather flies |
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to all eternity |
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but for a time I got more time |
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till I a raven be |
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cause time will bid and make us rise |
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make ravens of us all |
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and time will bid and make us fly |
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make ravens of us all |
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and time will bid and make us fly |
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make ravens of us all |
