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When a raven knocks at your door
Let him in to rest his wings
And he would never, nevermore
Lose a feather when sitting still
The legend tells it that way, but it is true:
If a raven lost its plume beside you
You will go over yonder, very soon

It was the first of November
After Halloween, I remember
I heard wings beating
And it felt like cheating

Was not cool to break the rule
With my head full of sorrows
How to start, how to end
Upcoming tomorrows

Evermore I adore being with you spoke the raven
Evermore I take care of your live
I'm a black guardian, a shadow that's what I am
To be on your side before you going to fly

Something knocked at my window
No one was there
But close to me flapped a fly
A black bird touched my hair

He took a seat on my chair
Where I used to sit weak and weary
Eyes stared at me so bore
He spoke to me so dreary

Evermore I adore being with you
Evermore I take care of your live
I'm a black guardian, a shadow that's what I am
To be on your side before you going to fly

Now he left my pain unbroken
Took his beak out of my heart
He will leave no plume as token
And I can fly with my raven, my guard

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