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TOM RANNACHAN
"Statuettes, decayed by time
Broken wings & faded rhyme
In these grounds we're all the same
There is no fortune, there is no fame
When dark days have finally ended
We will fly fast ascending
I'll take you home once again
I wish you well old friend"
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The Crow
Musings, Writings & Thoughts from a Strange Mind
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