There it stood to sing
Its blue melody in the mists
The Dove flapping its wings
Dressed in the odour of spring
Chirping away the living vanity
Humming to the sun's eve
Wallowing for unjust atrocities
The Dove laid in its eternal sleep
As the silence now was yellow deep.
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