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THE DOVE Every man tries to understand As he raises his voice to the sun Crying "When will my suffering be done?" "Will THE DOVE return in peace Or will I be punished for my greed?" A fog descends but never leaves Every man has got the need to breath Praying for the light of a new dawn Crying "When will my suffering be done?" "Will THE DOVE return in peace Or will I be punished for my greed?" The days drag on until they're years Not one man will let go of his fears Daya and nigh holding on Crying "When will my suffering be done?" "Will THE DOVE return in peace Or will I be punished for my greed?" |
