A raven once told me.
A raven once told me, whispered in my ear,
Don't let the words of songbirds cradle you,
A raven once told me, still his voice I hear,
Don't let the feathers of the peacock carry you.
The ravenis loud with his raspy noise,
The song of a songbird, of such lovely tones,
And the peacock's featherseemed a better choice,
When gaze I upon the raven in funeral clothes.
Now I wish, I have listened, with my heart,
and I wish that with my mind have I seen.
Past the beauty of music,
Past the colors of deceit.
A raven once told me, he growled inside my mind,
Don't let the winds of summer shape you,
A raven once told me, don't be blind, don't be blind,
Don't let the waves of autumn take you.
The raven mocked the grace of wind,
Of summer that was warm,
And feared the coming of the fall,
Feared the echo of the storm.
Now I wish I have taken, the advice that keeps from harm
Now I wish instead of summer, the winter wind to shape my arm.
A raven once told me, it sang a song of old,
Don't let the restless spirit sail you.
A raven once told me, every word was gold,
Don't let the tides of tomorrow fail you.
A raven once told me.
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