Love, Come
Come
My love
My sweet dove
I miss you so
I look for you above
And yet they tell me to say no
They say to say no to the love that grows
When you left me, left for good I said I was done
That you had gone dealt to me a great blow
And yet my love for you still flowed
The mind is mine to shove
Shoved to the glow
Of my love
My dove
Come
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