I be Zakoor the bard I be<\/p>\n
and Crowman kind of comes<\/p>\n
to see
\nclad in his cloak<\/p>\n
i call him \u201cNoir\u201d<\/p>\n
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apparently, he acts the star<\/p>\n
in my opera on a hill<\/p>\n
where mountain spirits<\/p>\n
embolden still<\/p>\n
a crazy world below the \u00a0sky<\/p>\n
where lots of different winged Gods \u00a0fly<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Dolgellau \u00a0ancient town of old<\/p>\n
where suddenly tornadoes rolled<\/p>\n
Their jet engines split the sky<\/p>\n
the poet tells them<\/p>\n
which is why<\/p>\n
\u201cNoir\u201d \u00a0comes by, his ebony<\/p>\n
cloak and eyes appeal to me<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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I be Zakoor the bard I be and Crowman kind of comes to see clad in his cloak i call him \u201cNoir\u201d apparently, he acts the star in my opera on a hill where mountain spirits embolden still a … Continue reading