I am a crow lover
In the night I hover
Sometimes ‘Jet'- my first name
I'm a hue of fame
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There’s nothing to offer to those ignoble vows
But a long wail of dejection if this heart allows
Trust has come to open the wound
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From an unknown place it came through
Perhaps from nearby woods
along with the sudden south breeze
to touch the earthly goods
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Alone she sits
Under the branches
Of her own thoughtlessness
Singing a song
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You are growing up
Whilst I am growing older
You touch the mountain's top
But I fear to be bolder
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Standing on the same feet
she went twenty nine years back
where nothing could be remembered
but she could imagine those days
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Northern star had changed its position
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Take me to a mirage
A mirage so real
A mirage that is never an illusion
Nor ever a lush oasis
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