I hear the drums e c h o i n g tonight
But she hears only w h i s p e r s of some quiet conversation
She's coming in 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say,
Hurry boy, it's waiting there
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<3 The Dove eater! <3
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