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The Raven Feather was a gift. I told you to look at this feather whenever you're longing for me. I couldn't stay. The master was calling. Haunted me in my dreams. Commanded me to return. So I turned around. Raven feathers sprouted out of me. And I flew into the dawn. I still haven't forgot you.. I'm just waiting for the opportunity to run away to defeat the master to break the curse to fly over borders into life. Until then Remember me. I shall return! Remember me. When you hold the Raven Feather in your hand.
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
The Raven Feather
The Raven Feather was a gift. I told you to look at this feather whenever you're longing for me. I couldn't stay. The master was calling. Haunted me in my dreams. Commanded me to return. So I turned around. Raven feathers sprouted out of me. And I flew into the dawn. I still haven't forgot you.. I'm just waiting for the opportunity to run away to defeat the master to break the curse to fly over borders into life. Until then Remember me. I shall return! Remember me. When you hold the Raven Feather in your hand.
Inspired by "Krabat" by  Otfried Preußler (German Author)
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
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