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Black Crow Beautiful
She doesn't know me cause I'm not from around here She thinks she'll know me better this time next year The things she gave me, The gum wrapper roses and gas station jewelry She doesn't know me cause I'm not from around here She would take photographs of long neglected garden scenes On January phone calls she would interpret my dreams I can't answer Whether she should write, draw, paint, or be a dancer She doesn't know me cause I'm not from around here She's a black crow and she's beautiful And every time she sees me coming, she flies away She wants something meaningful And every time I see her coming I drive away We're sitting on the floor for lack of chairs in her room She said, "When you gotta go?" and all I could say was "soon" I can't get past that, The beauty of the clutter on the dresser of a pack rat She doesn't know me cause I'm not from around here There once was a crow that would light on my fire escape I wanted it to know that I would always try to make it feel safe She'd say, "You won't get far, You'll always be the face on a voice with a guitar You don't know any better cause you're not from here" © André Villoch
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