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About This Poem
Return To Sender
Upon the wind of love
Came the cooing dove
Trilled a song sublime
Won this heart of mine
It nestled in my hand
Via far and distant land
Eyes that spoke of you
A love so pure and true
The radiance that it gave
Placed in my soul to save
Enchantment by the song
Takes me where I belong
And I threw it to the sky
To fly the clouds so high
And upon its wings a kiss
To inform you of my bliss
And in the muse of night
I await its returning flight
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