Underneath the shingles
Beneath the glazed plate above
Here dines the destined—
Destined, little doves.A place for them to indulge
For their beaks remained up
With their tiny wings aimed
Beside the two, woven chairs.Seeds... release the seeds!
The night must continue, shall not die!
Hey! Let them be in peace!
For this little bistro is their final dais!
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