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By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   They are calling

Listen closely - can't you hear them?

They perch like ravens

waiting, watching, listening.

Silent as a feather

Their fingers upstretched

reaching to pull down the sky

From side to side they move

To the sounds of an ancient tune

Forgotten by those who dwell

in the darkness of closed mind.





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