Dear Words Of Mine
Words came up they flew and set me free
Friday, April 24, 2009
Little dove
Have your gloves of love dear dove
Ply the core, fly outdoor, cry no more
Flee away, see your way, meet the hay
Oh dear dove tell the heart your love is love
By Gutemberg Fox
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