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<p>The crow came from north, with no sword at his hand,</p> <p>His feathers black as coal, and eyes like burning sand,</p> <p>He perched upon the oak, with gaze both sharp and bold,</p> <p>And cawed a mournful song, that pierced the heart and soul.</p> <p>No knight was he in armor bright, nor lord in castle tall,</p> <p>But messenger from distant land, to heed the Raven's call,</p> <p>His beak held no message writ, but spoke in ancient tongue,</p> <p>Of battles fought and lost, and songs yet to be sung.</p> <p>The wind it howled and moaned, as the crow took to flight,</p> <p>And vanished in the mist, that cloaked the world in night,</p> <p>But still his song did linger on, in heart and memory,</p> <p>Of things that were, and things to come, and all that was to be.</p>
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