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Southward I see a swan,
Ashen like sands of the shore,
Carried by westwardly winds,
Rouge like the moon of the north.
Eastward I see a crow,
Dark are the days coming fourth.
Southward I see a swan,
Ashen like sands of the shore,
Carried by westwardly winds,
Rouge like the moon of the north.
Eastward I see a crow,
Dark are the days coming fourth.