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They Watch Us: Perched high upon the mountains; With wings as black as night. They watch us in the hour, Before darkness turns to light. I've seen them in my visions; In dreams they come and go, But the things they seem to tell me I guess nobody should know... I've seen children that are buried, Beneath a frozen lake. A maiden sits there weeping; Her heart is soon to break. The crows flutter downward, A noose amongst their hands. They take the maiden away, To a dark and distant land. And even if I follow - Even if I try... I'll simply end up buried, Where the frozen children lie. -Chen Yuan Wen, 10th November 2012