Don't You Feel? Don't you feel? She's half your world but twice as round? How can we? Speak so clear without a sound when, I am bound, to see his reasons before long. I am crowned, the blackness behind all the stars. All that we've come to, we've got to put it straight, the crow unto the blackbird, how is it that they relate?
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