black bird
the black bird flies through the night
he calls
he swoop
he turns
all through the night the black bird flies
he does not sleep till he finds what he is looking for
all through the night the black bird soars
when will he find the one he longs for the most
when will he find his destined
he is looking for revenge
he is looking for revenge
revenge from what some may ask but that is a question left
to never be answered
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