i open my chest, dove fly away
fluttering sound flash my memory
she's been there watching me
i am very sure for night and day
she could have seen me weep
and heard me talk on my sleep
up on her perch spread her wings
nobody notice; my ebbing cravings
except her she fly to my open palm
rubbing her beaks; i'm tickled calm
i can't give grain i have, i have none
only a trickle of love left in my mind
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