Murders of Crows

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Murders of crows
Go and pick her apart
Then stitch her together
And showcase their art

They squawk and they howl
They chatter and grin
What a sweet little child
They've turned into sin

Oh darling, dear darling
Don't weep for your soul
Just suffer your sorrow
And reap what they stole

Oh darling, dear darling
Sweet innocent child
Lets go dancing in darkness
Untested, untrialed

Let murders of crows
Come and pick you apart
They'll stitch you together
Then cut our your heart





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