The Black Feather.

by Erica proszenyak   Aug 22, 2006


This little black feather started the fire, It burnt itself.

Its been burning since the world started turning, Its been burning since the people of this world started mourning.

No we didn't light that little black feather in our hearts, no we didn't light it, we've been trying to fight it.

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