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It is night and he awakes
his grave impression is empty
he lifts himself up
without lifting

he knows why hes here
and he knows how to do it,
and so he begins...

his vengeance is fueled by passion
his anger is fueled by love
and his outstreched arms
are a cry of pain...

he opens his heart and
opens his arms and
he cries out into the night

"let me fly, set me free"
for this man is different
this crow has wings...