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The Doves and The Fish.
Once two doves moved,
Magnets in flight,
filled with love,
a romantic plight.
Two fish that swam,
Their own little school,
But two lovers in water,
Romantic fools.
It seems I talk in pairs,
not threes,
Three's do not make sense,
to the powers that be.
But three's exist,
for you can love two,
Foolish it may be,
It's a venomous tool.
So two doves met another,
little, white thing,
Swept one off his feet,
in the romance of spring.
And one foolish fish,
fell in love with a shark,
I don't know what to say,
We're all left in the dark.
Magnets in flight,
filled with love,
a romantic plight.
Two fish that swam,
Their own little school,
But two lovers in water,
Romantic fools.
It seems I talk in pairs,
not threes,
Three's do not make sense,
to the powers that be.
But three's exist,
for you can love two,
Foolish it may be,
It's a venomous tool.
So two doves met another,
little, white thing,
Swept one off his feet,
in the romance of spring.
And one foolish fish,
fell in love with a shark,
I don't know what to say,
We're all left in the dark.
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