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A funeral song inspired by "Even the ravens mourn over you" by Peter Ostroushko. |
Your body there lies cold and pale. The winds have ceased to moan and wail. And then a sound heard from on high. The Raven’s host has gathered nigh. They gather round-the raised stone mound. And from the mob, there comes a sound; A single word they cry, they speak; a single cry from mouth, from beak. They’re mourning for, what she once gave; They’re mourning her; the fair queen Maeve |