They searched the towers, they searched the hills. She crawled through caves and holes where the draughts blew shrill.Never resting from the flight they helped the crow angel in her plight.Her wings became tattered her limbs bruised she found this hard as to pain she was not used. A the crows she loved dear but one two and three were always near.
Facing storms, winds and heat they scoured the earth. When the crow angel could no longer fly, she crawled her beloved three bathed in her tears as she cried. She would not rest she would not sleep, in her arms one two and three she would keep nestled happy in her arms to sleep.
Yet the crow angel would not sleep a permanent watch for her love she did keep. The other crows some how knew to live she needed to find her banished love and so that is what they all strived to do.
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He was frighten, he was cold every bone in his body ached and he felt a million years old. This was all so new to him he was lost and so alone he missed his love he missed his kin.
He missed the voice he missed the care but most of all he missed her.
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