Fickle dove
Always dreaming of the sky above
Wonder when they'll bring the one you love
To you
When you coo
For the one who only coos for you
Your feathers heed no calling to
When they woo to love
You wait
For all you want is fate
To make
The one who'd call you mate
He's late
But he's heard every song
Every word
That any other lover would choose
So here's to love
And any fickle dove who'll do
You wait
For all you want is fate
To make
The one who'd call you mate
He's late
But he's heard every song
Every word
That any other lover would
Would choose
So here's to love
And any fickle dove who'll do
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