"(…) I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow

casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there

counting crows:
one for sorrow, two for joy

three for girls, and four for boys

five for silver, six for gold
seven for a secret never to be told.

There’s a bird that nests inside you

sleeping underneath your skin,
and when you open up your wings to speak

I wish you’d let me in".

[Adam Duritz, A Murder Of One, 1993]

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