death is the bird perched
on your shoulder who counts your days and marks out your time that song is mine and never grows older so show me good grace for I am your master this world belongs to my children and I
there’s nothing to fear so don’t get excited it’s so hard to live but it’s easy to die you’ll hear music wrapped up in thunder you’ll feel the essence of something divine I am the raven that carries you over and paints you immortal if you’re so inclined
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