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Granted for guilt and shame not mine to bear
Crows perched on wire, in memories' despair
Echoing moments, traces, times entwined
Dance as if summoning Lutz from behind
Skies above shatter, earth beneath does quiver
Their dark silhouettes in time's river
In chaos they find their solemn hymn
A dance for Lutz at the world's rim
Each flutter a whisper, each caw a plea
In the grand ballet of eternity
Through their dance, through their call so wild
Lutz is summoned - time's own child