The woman, the path, the crow,
She walks down the path she has chosen.
He fly鈥檚 a head and perches on an old tree
branch.
She looks ahead; she sees him, and looks at
the tree.
and he calls to her cauw,cauw,cauw..
and she remembers why the tree is barren......
and she picks up a pebble from the path and
Places it in her pocket.
She looks ahead and struggles along. she glances
over at the dirty waters.. and he watches her.
she never leaves his sight. He calls to her
cauw ,cauw,cauw, and she remembers why the
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