Not now, cries the raven
For I am weak and worn
My wings are beaten and torn
I am tired and forlorn
Yes now, little raven
He tells her in her dreams
That time has come it seems
To mend your wings for war
No more, says the raven
Yes more, says the voice
So we can rejoice
When the new dawn has come
You will be warmed by the sun
And you will ache no more
No more? Asked the raven
No more, says the voice
But you do have a choice
This path or two others
Choose wisely for you sisters and brothers
You lead the way
You mould the clay for which land they will play
On that fateful day
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