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Little Sweet Dove.
Then, I was a little Sweet Dove.
So meek and gentle at heart
With a lucent golden heart.
The blue sky and thousands stars
Adorn my dreams all night.
Months turned years.
Once a little me now a teen
But everything seems to be twirling.
Like the gentle breeze,
My sweet gentle heart moves.
A strict heart of seriousness
Takes a righteous humble heart.
Now with a shot madness
And a fiery temper
From the devil's paradise.
I weep everyday
Hoping to change for good.
Hoping to be that little see Dove.
