He said it was a shadow,
He called it a simple tale,
Some have said it means love,
Others mentioned turmoil, I don’t know …
As I have a link with the past
I’m inclined to believe it’s nought.
At this point I’m rather confused,
I don’t know who’s got the truth.
My white dove is soon to die,
Thus, I must know who’s lying.
I have to know the answer,
Before my pet flies away,
Then there won’t be a way out
And I’ll be as toast as some are now!
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