Crows in the cold morning sky
O’er skeletons and grandfather pine
Crows in the cold flat sky
Crows in the pale blue sky
Long spent tears from Odin’s eyes
Crows in the azure sky
Crows in the white winter sky
Parting lashes of Sunna’s great eye
Crows in the dawn’s white eye
Watching the crows go by
In the knife cold morning light
Waving them on, goodbye
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Goodbye. How nice.
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