I took a walk one autumn day,
to spend some time with God and pray.
A speck of white had caught my eye,
a lonesome dove had lost the will to fly.
As he lay mourning on the ground,
his plight to me was quite profound.
His heart was broken I could see,
it held a love that could not be.
A life alone he just could not face,
his love a burden time could not erase.
Such a pity you could not see,
the lonesome dove in love was me.
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