“Blue crow
They always said
That you were black
Blue crow
Dancing along midnight bodies
You were the last
By offset numbers
And there’s always another
But it’s snowing inside
So come to me
Blue crow
I hope you know life tasted sweet
Before winter showed it’s face
Far before we met in gaze
Blue crow
Young rivers overflowed with tears of joy
And sin
Thirsted for a drink from within
The platter of amusement
Drunk on drowning
Blue crow
They always said
That you were black
Black as the sun I suppose
Blue crow
You have stained eyes
And mangled feathers
As if you’d not seen
The night
Terrified, first time
If you were black,
I’d not recognize the warmth
And the freezing might seep in
It only takes a minute
Blue crow
They always said
That you were black
I drifted away to a warm place
While it was snowing inside
This is your stop
For the night
All of your delicate colors
And others
Come to me
Blue crow
They always said
That you were black”

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