i am beyond sadness
no more happiness
in my heart
in my heart there is more sorrow
now and on the 'morrow
my heart is burdened
burdened and hardened
against any love
but peace of a dove
can save me
oh, dove, save me
from this sorrow
for many more 'morrows
but who knows
what i know
about sadness
with no happiness
i am one
who no one
wants to be with
nobody wants to be with
on on accord of this sorrow
well, now you know
dove of peace
dove of love
give me peace
and much more love

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