Coming down from a mountain Oh so high,
The sun is bright in the center of the sky,
Yet I can see the Raven on the lonely branch,
This has only one meaning in this world,
Somebody's time has come to an end,
The cigarette in my teeth is at another bend,
The sky cried that day,
Washing away the grief with its love,
Then that raven turned into a dove.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
Coming down from a mountain Oh so high,
The sun is bright in the center of the sky,
Yet I can see the Raven on the lonely branch,
This has only one meaning in this world,
Somebody's time has come to an end,
The cigarette in my teeth is at another bend,
The sky cried that day,
Washing away the grief with its love,
Then that raven turned into a dove.
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