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White dove.


As the bloody white dove sings his song

He struggles to spread his wings

Feeling nothing but pain

As the rain beats down on him

He can no longer fly  

I can see the scars through his eyes

Well pretty bird I know you're hurtin

Well so am I

I need you alive

Don't you cry

You can fly.

 

 

 

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