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You'll never come back, dove
sad is the dovecote
Alone was the pigeon
choking between sobs
Well, he can't fly anymore
poor pigeon
Tired of suffering
And looking to the sky
He asks God for his death
That's how he doesn't want to live
In crying, in crying, in crying
Since you left, the pigeon went to cry
For crying, for crying, for crying
He can no longer see, nor can he fly
He is approaching his death, he is dying from waiting so long
Will die, will die, will die
The pigeon will die because that's how death is when there is loneliness
Looking at the sky, it'll see you fly
He will thank you for those memories
And when crossing the wings that sheltered you
They will drown their dreams that did not wake up
In crying, in crying, in crying
Since you left, the pigeon went to cry
For crying, for crying, for crying
He can no longer see, nor can he fly
He is approaching his death, he is dying from waiting so long
Will die, will die, will die
The pigeon will die because that's how death is when there is loneliness
Looking at the sky, it'll see you fly
He will thank you for those memories
And when crossing the wings that sheltered you
They will drown in their dreams
that they did not wake up
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