You are the dove,
You are the toad,
You are the long and winding road,
You sing to me,
I obey your chimes,
The sun resigns,
And you call it a sign of the times.
My tears a river,
Before you deliver,
My chains of love,
Cut heart from its glove.
Your perfume is high,
My eyes turn to catch it,
Before your absence of scent,
Is lost in my descent,
Spent on the road,
Dry as the toad,
Eaten by the love, the dove, and the spattered embers of the sun,
That died so our love could be begun.
To you I raise this glass,
I kiss your soul alass,
You have gone,
Your heart, you say, has moved on,
Mine twists, feels shat upon.,
To town, to market, so long for now,
Take that frown, wipe this brow,
Clean your face, little angel,
Eat dirt and grow healthy,
Look again for love, freedom and another dove.
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A little creative upsurge, love mark x
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