On the mountain’s highest crown,
I brought three prisoners from the sea.
One spoke of love,
two watched with quiet smiles
yet all three were cunning foxes.
It was about sin,
about the hope of heaven.
And there,
where the mist cooled my head,
I gave it all away
to the crows.
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song: Murder of Birds – Jesca Hoop
At the highest peak of the mountain, where the mist roams freely and cools the head, I released all my worries and limiting negative thoughts to the crows.
