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Common fortune seeks us all
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and slips our binding rings
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we'll turn our heads
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and make us reel
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we'll bare our arms as wings
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before our feet a feather drifts
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beyond us it will fall
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cause time will bid and make us rise
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make ravens of us all
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My love he breathed the air of kings
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yet fell beneath his luck
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and in his heart a yearning yet
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before his time time shook
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all the gifts that God had gave
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and those by fate denied
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gone to where all treasures laid
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and where the raven flies
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oh there are places I agree
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where I have yet to roam
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the Egyptian field
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the arctic sea where shadows
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haunt and moan
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but none but sky
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I have to go
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should I return to thee
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gone to where the feather flies
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to all eternity
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but for a time I got more time
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till I a raven be
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Ravens
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| Patty Smyth |
