My Dove

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    • The wounds are still fresh and unfortunately there is no lidocaine for love

    My Dove

     My false smile, you turn away
    This heart beating for every day
    Til you return to me my love
    Nestled safely, little dove
    Til the day when you and I
    Can spread our wings within the sky
    Flying on without a sound
    Two silhouettes upon the ground
    Silently passing o'er the land
    Like grains of sand across a hand

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