You are my happy dove,
bring me the dream of love.
when you flew into my grove,
I found that the world you wove.
In my sight you hove,
and my eyes can't move,
like a boat hunger his cove,
like a ball run to his glove.
Oh, my dear dove,
please trust my love,
be my belove,
my heart won't rove.
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