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Expectations killed the healed dove, All her feelings bare, covered by glove, All that she wanted was wisest of love, She thought she had it this time. She blindfolded herself and grew up too early, And too a flight off to Paris and Brunei, The deepest of fears hit the deary, When the promising winds let her fall. She dreamed too much, assumed some more, Even after she fell she thought she'd sore, But life has something else in store And now, she cannot fly until next life. "What was it?" she asks, "What was my crime?" She burns when the ravens fly with another dime, Well birdie you flew before it were time, Another unripened fruit falls f