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A dove is a glove
That I wear in my heart
And though I like to dress smart
It doesnâ"š¬â"ž¢t have any part of the world of fashion
And youâ"š¬â"ž¢re there to put me down
And Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m sick off the frowns that follow me around
I would like the sky but thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s no reason why
Sheâ"š¬â"ž¢d say to this world with the nose of a girl
Turned up so loud that IN ARREARS, STEALS THE CLOUDS
I've never been here and though you're physically near
You're pushing me away to decay like the days that I loved
There is a girl, blabbing nothing outside my window
What do I have to show
To a world that the only way to destroy
Is to die like a baby boy
I could be happy in infinity
Of the space of my eyelid
But I know Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m somewhere else
Where the words on this page
Are better than the scribling nonsense they are,
And it would be real,
And I eat my last meal
Wish that I could feel
But now I donâ"š¬â"ž¢t even know if Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m real