The Beauty of a Dove
The Beauty Of A Dove
It's sad. So sad I want to cry
A little girl grows up-
Then waves good-bye
She finds within her heart, a love
So deep, so true-
The beauty of a dove
She laughs with joy abound,
But it's not there-
For is it love she's found ?
She's scared the love she's found
is not real,
But it is no dream-
Her wound will someday heal
But suddenly she's not afraid of love,
For it has come-
The beauty of a dove
I want to cry, I want so much to cry,
She's found her love-
Though someday she will die
But I won't cry for her,
She's found it, she really has-
The beauty of a dove.
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