Carry me to love Oh white dove Take me to the place where I might find The love that is so rightfully mine When we arrive she will see The true love that is me Running toward each other We fall into one another Getting up we laugh and see The beautiful love between us But like love before it will rust We will begin to cry As we die Nothing left to say But love is wicked in every way.Birth sign: Capricorn
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