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Thousand black wings
Spread out straight over my head
I lay in the grave with three kings
Of autumn
Discolored snow
I can't see this no more
I begging to blind me and crow
Plucks out my eyes
I fell like a stone
I'm tired to resist
Vague slumber is gone
At least
I gave up
