But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag.

Author: Fiona Apple

But then the dove of hope began its downward slope<br />And I believed for a moment that my chances<br />Were approaching to be grabbed<br />But as it came down near, so did a weary tear<br />I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag. - Fiona Apple



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