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I am the dove,
the one knowing with the heart and soul
trying hard to be free
wanting to be held in the arms of a chosen
Now I am a swan big,beautiful,strong
noone understands me
they see just a buzzard eating my own pain
inside the dove remains
the swan grows old
See I am still me
wishing to be whole
to fly high like an eagle
hoping someone will come to love
waiting to be free
So I fly with my soul in peace
holding my head up
knowing someday hatred will cease.

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