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Crows speak
to me in urgent unison from the tree tops
Holding truths for all to see.
Oh black feathered ones, grand you are to me.
Tell me a
story of long ago with the rivers so wild
Flowing secrets to the sea.
Oh raging rivers, grand you are to me.
Nature calls
with gentle whispers to the heart
of ancient tales spun long ago.
Listen, hear, the mighty raging truths that unfold.
Oh noble
spirits of crow, river and tree,
You are so grand to me.
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