Here's the Raven in the Sky,
Flying high above my land.
He'd flied far away from here
Carrying rain & news for me.
Rainy forest, fields are wet,
Children laugh
Instead.
It the thunder, being along,
I see Raven flying wrong.
His black figure makes me know:
My Love never come back home.
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