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A dove on a branch
Opens its beak to sing
A dove on a branch
Opens its beak to sing

The branch trembles as if to say
Oh, you don't know what it is to love
The branch trembles as if to say
Oh, you don't know what it is to love
I have loved you, I have adored you
You have not known how to reciprocate
I have loved you, I have adored you
You have not known how to reciprocate
Drop by drop, tear by tear
My illusions have ended
Drop by drop, tear by tear
My illusions have ended

You wrote me a little letter
Where you tell me you no longer love me
You wrote me a little letter
Where you tell me you no longer love me
Now you say papers speak
That my affection is worth nothing
Now you say papers speak
That my affection is worth nothing
When I leave, I only ask you
Not to erase me from your memory
When I leave, I only ask you
Not to erase me from your memory
For I have been at least for a day
Your faithful lover dove
For I have been at least for a day
Your faithful lover dove

Oh crying, crying, crying you are
Oh don't cry, don't cry because I'm leaving
Oh crying, crying, crying you are
Oh don't cry, don't cry because I'm leaving