Late last night, about a quarter to twelve
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In the middle of an awful storm
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I took fright at the terrible sight
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Of a raven flying into my room
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My blood ran cold, my heart stood still
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As I pulled the covers over my head
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A minute dragged by as I opened my eyes up
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To find her at the end of my bed
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Then she spoke in a devilish croak
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About herself being one of a score
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And I felt sick at the very idea
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Of dealing with nineteen more
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She said, "look out your window"
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I see a skyfull, I pull a rifle on them all.
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Pink sunrise in the wintry skies
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All warm on the wings of a dove
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She sinks and lands on the back of my hand
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And sings with the voice of love...
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"Thoughts made flesh can be beautiful things
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As I am one of the same,
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Fed so well on the best of your dreams
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And the beauty found within
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But those black beasts that you see in the east
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Are scratching on the orchard floor
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At split, sweet fruits and the writhing worms
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That you keep behind the straining door
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Go to the cellar!
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I see the beasts and they're eating
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Feasting on it".
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Fill my head with small white flowers
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Help the sweetness heal the sour
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Draw on high religious power
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Free the ravens from the tower.
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Ravens
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| All About Eve |
