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The Bird Who Flew... Its 2 p.m,standing in the station I`m thinking of the days passed by You and I and a murderer nation A red,cloudy,lonely sky I must go and enlist for a war That kills fathers of Man You with a smile near the door Give me hope that nobody can Goodbye! My life, my hope and love I`m running away from this pain Wait and wait for the white Dove That`ll relieve you from this chain Again,we`ll regain the bird who flew With the warm, kind hands of you…... *********** Ehsan ehsan2kaf@hotmail.com |
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