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Flitter Flatter.
Pitter Patter.
Does it matter; To the black queen?
Raven eyes,
...Empty Lost.
Something IS missing.
With too much cost.
I'm the BLACK QUEEN.
I fly on raven wings.
I'm flying far from here.
Soon I'll be gone.
You wont here my song anymore.
The flitter flatter;
Pitter patter of,
MY BLACK WINGS.
I AM THE RAVEN QUEEN.
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