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When the dove fly

I see the dove flying
under the bridge
one morning

The strawberryfield
is like the never ending story
of my childhood summer

I see the dove flying
right throw a waterfall
in the shivering night

The flower-meadow
take me to the top
of my golden dream

I, I see the dove flying
flying with here wings
right through the brilliant sunset

All my dreams
all my childhood
is hidden right behind me
in the waterfall and strawberryfield
I'll take my strawbbery aeroplane right under the bridge
and feel the waterfall cool my feelings

The dove will always fly
will always fly

Poetry by Cris
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