Duncan Dhu
Miscellaneous
Paloma Blanca
A wound in your hand was
The one that got
The title of brother that
I carry in my heart
A white dove came flying
And it landed.
On top of your weapons it was
He who sent it
A scream from the belly was
The one who He reminded you that heaven never lies, and he already warned you. And I never knew again, of that brother I lost, white dove I will take you br/>Always in my heart.
And at night
On this ground
I will write you a prayer.

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