Skye

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She was cold and lonely

Fleeing, in the faint light

Of dawn, her family;

Her heart was full fo fright

As she fled the murder,

A storm followed in tow

– As if a reminder –

Drenching her little frame,

Emotion made her choke:

Was she the one to blame?

Worry not ’bout your folk,

Just fly sweet little crow!

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