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The bird of love
Dove sweet dove the bird of love
tell her of my sorrow
tell her that I live for her
that she is my tomorrow
Tell her that the moon has gone
never to return
until we are together
and the pain has ceased to burn
Make her understand
that we should have each other
like flowers should have sunshine
like a child should have it’s mother
Show her it can happen
tell her that I’ll never cheat her
and when we are together
we’ll find la dolce vita
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