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They say that at night
He would just cry,
They say he wouldn't eat,
He would just drink,
They swear the sky itself
Would tremble upon hearing his cry;
How he suffered for her,
That even in his death he kept calling her

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,... he sang,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,... he moaned,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,... he sang,
Of deadly passion... he died

That a sad dove
Early in the morning would come to sing to him,
To the little house alone,
With its doors wide open,
They swear that dove
Is nothing more than his soul,
That still waits
For the wretched one to return

Coo coo coo... dove,
Coo coo coo... don't cry,
The stones never, dove
What do they know about love?
Coo coo coo... coo coo coo...
Coo coo coo... dove, don't cry