If actually my ears could hear it quiet well

And the Ravens which brings food

Now brings forth notes from the caves

From the places that I could hardly patrol

In speed and accuracy which I would so much prefer

The hunter never stops hunting

And if bring a story home

Concerns all

Both from far and near

May have to answer someday

And even if the strength fails us, indeed we have to rely on lonely winds

To bring us thought from afar and near

That we darkened by the moments around us

Which only made us grow old by time

But to get informed yet in brandish ways

As always and always, will look a baby

Which knows hurt and happy

As always as always

To live with us

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