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Jackdaw

Goodbye Good Sirs
I am not one to eat last
Too often we served together
like a collective theif
you took from me
But it's sole opportunity
that makes me fly away
and not your violent ways

I seek for another wealth
high among our skies
the clouds you though you knew
But I do admit, sometimes panic strike
For fear of the ground
I must not land anytime soon
I must not fall for lure down there
For that would be too crude




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Publicerad 2011-06-29 21:01



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