Don't listen to it, crows are all liars
I know a story about a crow
I hate your stories
I know a story about a boy who hated stories
I can tell you about Sir Duncan the Tall
Those were always your favorites
Those weren't my favorites
My favorites were the scary ones
Oh, my sweet summer child, what do you know about fear?
What do you know about fear?
Crows are the winter, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep
Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides for years
That is the time for fear, my little lord
Fear is for the darkness
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