At night a jet black raven flew, it saw a sad girl and into a pretty girl the raven grew.
The girl looked up amazed of what she saw, and she cried mistress raven has come and sees me poor.
Mistress ravens hair was jet black like the head of a raven,and her long sleeved tattered dress looked like wings.
Mistress raven took her to an old house, were nothing lived but a single mouse.
And she disappeared into the wall ,
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lana.mott (
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