Like wings on a dove,
he took her away,
to a place up above,
where I can’t stay,
all I want to do,
is cry,
as I sit on my bed,
just wondering why,
and start to feel,
her arms embrace,
holding me tight,
so I can take flight,
back to that place
where I can't stay
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