Tick-tock, as volcanoes hum a song so sweet, Rivers halt, no longer tasting the fleet. You, akin to them — yet I, a crow alone, No glass to shatter, in this realm I’ve grown.

A tale of yore where sunlight used to gleam, I sing where crows soar in a quiet dream.

Someone shot a piercing dart, Yet I remain steadfast in my part. Not like them, I’m a crow, free to roam — As birds take flight, I find solace in home.

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