A white dove flew in the sky above.
As she cried for a lost love.
The dove came to her and said, I know that you feel like dying.
But you need to stop your crying.
Get off your knees and move on.
And be glad that piece of crap boyfriend of yours is gone.
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Sad poem about a lost love