The crows sleep on the wires
They stay still as they dream
of a world with more purple in it.
When sleep does not come so easily
They leave pretty gifts for the pretty girls
With long backs and red hair
They ask for nothing in return.
Poem: The Crows Are Not as Wicked as the People Have Said
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