A restless dove
π¨ ππππππππ π πππ Oh thou wert made to wander free In a sunny mead and shady grove And far beyond the rolling sea In Distant zones, at will to roam Itβs slender wire delude thine eyes π¨ ππππππππ π πππ In a dance of two elegies which circle the drain A token tear with it dillies and carbines is where we begin The sunset tick another notch into the pressure rails of the porch π¨ ππππππππ π πππ Iβve missed the chance to put things in reverse Will my thoughts the way they used meander Somewhere grand like that dear goose come cackle down π¨ ππππππππ π πππ I feel so tired,I just want to go to sleep Iβm sick of counting the sheep I feel so tired, I may lost the plot And the feeling oh so distraught I feel so tired, but canβt close my eyes I keep wanting to apologize π¨ ππππ ππππππππ π πππ No more princes for the poor Who comforts you now that the wheel has broken Loss whirring you thin A poor restless dove, I pity thee And when I hear thy plaintive moan A restless dove,who travelled on a rough day And gaze into the distant sky in tough day. π¨ ππππ ππππππππ π πππ.
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