Tell me black crow how hoes mending your broken wing? Does it hurt when you looks towards the sun? Does the ray melt the glue that has your wings held on? Does it hurt to face the north--look right into the sun? Wasting our time, it figures, we’re wasting our time. Right, father? We’re wasting our time.
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