High above a grove of cedars
You see a flock of crows
This must be what they call
A murder of crows
You worry about their victim
But walk on and
Can no longer see the crows
Or worry about their victim
6-9-22
High above a grove of cedars
You see a flock of crows
This must be what they call
A murder of crows
You worry about their victim
But walk on and
Can no longer see the crows
Or worry about their victim
6-9-22
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