Take my hand and hold it tight,
I'll show you the bright side of this darkness,
No reason to flee,
No reason to scream,
This gorgeous place was put here for you and I,
We all come and go when we fly on the wings of Crow,
Beaten,
Broken by this sorrow,
Don't worry baby there won't be a tomorrow.
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