by Kayla Pavlick
(New Albany, Mississippi)
My love, my love
For him, flies like a dove.
A dove upon its wings,
And about my love for him it sings.
But then it's wings break,
And Oh! How my heart ached,
The day he walked away from
My love, my love.
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