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The Branch

Unaware of its own fatality

Two craws sitting on a tree
One say kha kha, kha kha
Unaware of its own fatality

We walk under their branch
She is pretty like pain
I look like summer rain

She say she loves me
She thinks at least
I answer with silent
They fly from their tree

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