CROW

And she spreads her wings when she's gonna fly, the crow
If you make her sing when she's coming, she will let you know
She spreads her wings and they black out the sun
You won't hear her sing and she'll leave when the damage is done
(HURTS)

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Subject	2.5 × 2.6 cm, Aquarell
Paper	300g Water Color Paper
Dimensions	20 × 20 cm

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