The White Dove

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In a morn dark he ran to the forest wild
A merry tune pulling him from afar
Many a thorn lay before his inner child
As he searched for his merciful star

Through shadows he ran in wishful hope
Those eyes could not find the goal
In shadows of world he searched for hope
As the world kept breaking his soul

The sun was now red as he gazed above
Lights then went as night knocked
A lifetime lost in quest for the white dove
With a lonely smile his life then docked

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