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Many nights I've spent here,

perched high atop my towers throne,

embracing the dusk with open arms

only to once more be alone.

Through countless hours of sulking

and looking down on the Earth below,

I have peered through the eyes of endless sorrow

and found that to the worms, I am the crow.

So is it true...

that through sorrow peace may be obtained?

And is it so...

that through the eyes of night, ye shall find thy way?

You may take my hand,

and in time you'll see,

but I must warn you friend,

that I am the crow and on worms I feed.