Today I've been talking to A crow Down by the old tin mine He's been telling me Of all the shiny things He found yesterday In the stream I talk to the birds And I talk to the trees I talk to the flowers I talk to the streams The crow He told me many things And of a polished stone The colour of fallen leaves He said if you have an honest heart It is a magic stone Upon it's surface the future will be revealed I talk to the birds I talk to the trees Won't you please stop the voices Won't you please take me…
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