Dedicated to...

You wore a little cross of gold around your neck
I saw it as you flew between my reason
Like a raven in the nighttime when you left
I wear a chain upon my wrist that bears no name
You touched it and you wore it
And you kept it in your pillow all the same

My high flying bird has flown from out my arms
I thought myself her keeper
She thought I meant her harm
She thought I was the archer
A weatherma
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