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I’ve risen from my earthly bed

I prefer to be on top, instead

Of six feet under, where I may

Lose the passing time of day

I want to be above the lands

With my fiddle, in my hands

Playing to the sky, and sun

With a simple pluck, or a searing strum

Yes, my music summons, my dear Raven

Who guards me closely, in my haven


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