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| My dove, my beautiful Dove. Fly to me, fly to me now. The night is drawing near. Look upon my lips and eyes. Do you see the the look of fear? ![]() The wind is gently singing, a musical of sighs. Fly to me, please fly to me. My dove, my beautiful dove. I need you to set me free. ![]() My dove, my dove of love. Remove me from this torment. My fair one, My fair dove, Let your wings carry me. Fly me away, protect me, set me free. ~Anna~2003 |


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