with a single shade of amaranth, the raven and the red, red sparrow sang their ruby song. they fluttered hopeless crimson feathers, and the red, red sparrow called out to the raven and said, with an eerie tone, "what scarlet times these are! how do you stay afloat on these carmine winds?" and the raven replied, "i use my garnet bastard tongue and my rosy claws to tear at the cardinal breeze." the raven paused, staring with maroon eyes, then asked the red, red sparrow, "what have you seen of a cerise raven? how does it go by on dead, claret things alone?"
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