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©Jennifer Paige

In the Spring I was a sparrow

    Growing and free

Singing my song for the world to hear

I was carefree and fresh

    Longing for tomorrow

    Living for today

Now it is Winter, I've become the crow

    The blackness of my wings

    Bleeding through my skin

    To my soul

The song I sing is tinged with hate

    Sorrow

Spawn of the present

Slave to the future

Haunted by the past

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