Far, far away I saw
a shadow of a crow
it had its claw
on the iron ocean rail
but when I came near I saw
the birdman wanting to jump
I run faster towards him
hurried my pace
and then it hit me
in my face
a soft ocean breeze
and shadows getting taller
it was just my fantasy
which I'd run after
and me getting smaller. M
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