THE CROWS THEY CALL
THEY GO CAW, CAW
THEY STAMP THEIR CLAWS
LIKE PLAYING THE PIANO
THE LEAVES THEY FALL
THE SMALL THINGS CRAWL
THE BLUE BIRDS SONG
A LOW SOPRANO
THE WINTER YAWNS
AWOKE NOT LONG
THE SUMMERS GONE
LIKE BROKEN SANDALS
THE CITY GROANS
STARTS AND STALLS
BANGS AND BRAWLS
KEYS ON THE MANTLE
YEA, THAT’S RIGHT
HUH, HUH
YEA
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