Paroles: Thrice. The Alchemy Index Vols. III & IV. As The Crow Flies.

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Mother crow
Feels no pain
Speaks no word
Speckled egg
Hatching slow
Bible black
Baby bird

One day
Fly over me

Placed you in
Flannel coat
Months fly by
Grow your bones
Feathers, skin
Bible black
By and by

You will spread your wings

One day
Fly over me