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Saturday, October 08, 2005,3:16 PM
Two Old Crows
How about, the time we pretended to go to the end of the world and watch the sky fall grey as the devistation of our lives krept past behind us and then we acted as if we didnt notice?
And then we thought we heard the crow caw, but it turned out to be an old man dying.
That old man was you.
Then, one man dying turned into two.
The second was me.
Two old crows,Dying and no one noticed that we were gone.
Then they found our words scratched deep into the bark of that old tree we once called home.
Our story will be told.
And then we thought we heard the crow caw, but it turned out to be an old man dying.
That old man was you.
Then, one man dying turned into two.
The second was me.
Two old crows,Dying and no one noticed that we were gone.
Then they found our words scratched deep into the bark of that old tree we once called home.
Our story will be told.
