If actually my ears could hear it quiet well
And the Ravens which brings food
Now brings forth notes from the caves
From the places that I could hardly patrol
In speed and accuracy which I would so much prefer
The hunter never stops hunting
And if bring a story home
Concerns all
Both from far and near
May have to answer someday
And even if the strength fails us, indeed we have to rely on
lonely winds
To bring us thought from afar and near
That we darkened by the moments around us
Which only made us grow old by time
But to get informed yet in brandish ways
As always and always, will look a baby
Which knows hurt and happy
As always as always
To live with us
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