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I never heard those crows calling at all when I was young. The silence brought me strength, I never had to run. But we're all going to be gone soon enough....once.....those crows....catch up.

I was raised right here in the Midwest. Found my name in the calm of the wild. Grew up strong like a mighty oak. I was the golden child. But all the decades get lost....once...those crows....catch us.

I'm going home after some long holiday. Spent out here alone in the open space. All the things I swore I'd never want to leave...will be gone...once...the crows...come...and find me.