White dove, white dove
Tell me about love
Tell me about love
I know, I know
I seem like a bloodlorn crow
I seem like a bloodlorn crow
Sing true
Sing clear
Sing to draw them near
I tried, you see
To sing sweet
As a chickadee
And their souls for to free
Free for them
Not for me
Free for them
Not for me
So I squawked, so I screamed
Tore apart all their dreams
Tore apart all their dreams
Sing true
Sing clear
Sing to draw them near
If I fly all alone
Will I die?
Skin and bones
Where’s the branch? Where’s the tree?
That will shade and comfort me
Shade and comfort me
Sing true
Sing clear
Sing to draw them near

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