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White Raven
When the sun freezes and the moon burns
She'll look at her and finally turn
Her back on her child, deny her love
And send her away, into the cold
Ice will drip from blue eyes of the sky
All rivers shall flood and oceans cry
The ground will crumble and mountains fall
And the earth bow to the eagle's call
She waits for the echo, drained of joy,
But none shall come from her raven's voice
And so she withers and slowly dies
While her raven lives on, painted white
