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the shy was dark and the clouds were blue.

down a ally a black raven fleu

felt as it slamed a scream was hurd

her husben was hit by the flying bird.

his hat flew off as the bird fell down

no one had seen it flying around.

dead or dieing

everyone daired hope that only a sprang

or that its wing was broke.

dead it was though and dead it shale stay.

once the wing borke it could never fly away.

it would eat and it would sleep

but in its sole may only weep

for now its wings broken his sole is to

the beautful raven the once knew

how lovely it felt when it flue.