There must be something special
There must be something special about all the older people I love
And how they die and leave me, just like a flying dove.
Though the expression on my face is sad,
The expression in my soul is glad.
And how they die and leave me, just like a flying dove.
Though the expression on my face is sad,
The expression in my soul is glad.
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