~*The Corbeau*~
Black is the feeling
That nothing is right
Black is the sky
On the darkest night
Black is hot tar
On a newly made street
Black can smell quite putrid
When exposed to the heat
That nothing is right
Black is the sky
On the darkest night
Black is hot tar
On a newly made street
Black can smell quite putrid
When exposed to the heat
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