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The crow man sits and stares
Into the oblivion, into cold, into
It's in his mind
created himself in his own image

Lust held for him naught
A knock on the door brings no smile to his lips
The welcome in a woman's eyes holds for him
Alone on his haunches the hair raises on the of his neck

His eyes pierce the night
As his gaze falls on the city it fills him
The method ascertained,
He knows what to do and to commit the deed