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Fragile Dreams: A Crow's Lament
Would you still love me knowing what I am?
I doubt you would even care when you do.
You were the naïve and innocent lamb.
But maybe even you would leave me too.
We met near the Ferris wheel that one day,
Under the moon, running in the high grass.
Together we looked before us what lay,
Parting, hoping, this would not be our last.
Maybe this thing called love I read about,
This human emotion, to which I'm new,
Will bring us back together without doubt,
As I cherish our memories so few.
So, on this broken carousel I ride,
Waiting for you to find me at your side.
