His head is stately and wise, As the most fine gold, He shines in my dim light. His locks are bushy, and full And black as a raven. His wings are my covert.
Song 5.11 |Raven

His head is stately and wise, As the most fine gold, He shines in my dim light. His locks are bushy, and full And black as a raven. His wings are my covert.
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