There was a crow
There was a crowand he crowed so low.
I asked him "Why?"
And he said
"They can hear me."
These days I cry so loud
that my building trembles of the loudness
When I walk,
the plasters on the road crack down
And when I whisper,
seems like a tsunami is getting prepared.
But they do not hear me.
There was a crow
and he crowed so low.
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