The
little ravens fly
Spread
the wings not saying goodbye
Eyes
of red picking up aroma
Of
fresh fruits to taste and tweeting
The
house is empty
The
owner goes for holidays
Leaving
the fruit trees
Of
ripe papayas
The
little ravens
Holding
it making noises
Ravaging
the fruit away
Eyes
of red bodies of black
Nobody
cares about
Pass
or walk along
Letting
the little ravens
Filling
up the pipes
The
little ravens fly
Spread
its wing
Finally
waving goodbye
The
papayas expose to the sun
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