I met a dove once, white as snow.
I turned her a shade of gray
Oh a dove she wants to spread her wings but a crow clips a doves wings away
I said, how does a crow fly like a needle
How does a crow fly like a needle
How does a crow learn to fly so high ways fly up to heaven, any time.
I went down to the depth of the spit, i used to hold my grace.
Ifelt around in the dark for awhile, looking for a wicked hand to take well
Writer(s): Lincoln Monroe Durham
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