ust like the white winged dove sings a song, sounds like she's singing ooh, ooh, ooh just like the white winged dove sings a song, sounds like she's singing ooh, baby, ooh, said ooh and the days go by, like a strand in the wind in the web that is my own, i begin again said to my friend, baby (everything stopped) nothin' else mattered he was no more than a baby then well he seemed broken-hearted something within him but the moment that i first laid eyes on him, all alone on the edge of seventeen
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