Little Dove
My Little Dove Your wings are broken, But do not despair As your guardian angel I will see you safely out of there Soar unto the sky A grace from above Fly high to the heavens My little dove Your wings are mended From your shackles freed Hold your head high Soar to the sky A grace from above Off to heavens My little dove.
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