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Crow Lore
We sit and watch the world go by
On fences long and oak trees high
The waxing moon the setting sun
We are the crows of Albion
We chronicle the human ways
Their restless nights and confused days
Mother, daughter, father, son
We are the crows of Albion
Our stories written down in books
Guarded well by crows and rooks
And no one knows what we ...
Sunday 18th October 2020 6:33 pm
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