One two three
Gather and listen to the story of the raven and the withered tree
When the tree was dying she told the raven abandon me and flee
I am not beautiful now without the leaves all over me
The raven replied there is no place I can call home except with thee
You are my sweet prison and I don't want to be free
The tree replied you are the cutest raven I have ever did see
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 3:40 PM UTC
One two three
Gather and listen to the story of the raven and the withered tree
When the tree was dying she told the raven abandon me and flee
I am not beautiful now without the leaves all over me
The raven replied there is no place I can call home except with thee
You are my sweet prison and I don't want to be free
The tree replied you are the cutest raven I have ever did see
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