Unfinished melody


Pure as first snow on a raven’s breast

That’s the way I can explain it best

My intention, my intentions

I hate it’s even worth a mention

 

You’ve a quiver filled with arrows boy

And they used to give me so much joy

In the beginning, at the start

They squirted honey from my heart.

 

 

 

 

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