through sparrow black wind
a dead crow calls out to his wing
we were lightning across the whole world
we were lightning
and the guise to black cats we made a cross when our
shadows met
and the guise to black cats we made a pact when our
shadows passed
through sparrow black wind
a dead crow calls out to its wings
I’m getting weaker I’m getting thin
I hate how obvious I have been
I’m getting weaker
and I look down and see the whole world
and it’s fading
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