love
The death of an angel,
The cries of a dove.
Some of us die within,
Life without love.
Life without love,
Is no life at all.
Like stepping off a cliff,
Not able to fall.
As I sit and wonder,
Will it ever come true.
Or die by myself,
Thinkin of you.
The cries of a dove.
Some of us die within,
Life without love.
Life without love,
Is no life at all.
Like stepping off a cliff,
Not able to fall.
As I sit and wonder,
Will it ever come true.
Or die by myself,
Thinkin of you.
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