I see you wish to not need me anymore
My eyes they sting, and my heart is sore
You probably love her, and miss her
But I will miss you more
Fly away my Colombe Corbeau,
Fly away to and indian land
Fly away my Colombe Corbeau,
When the white has fallen from the sky, and even when im ready to die, I'll think of you, my beautiful, beautiful, Colombe Corbeau
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Poems, among other things...
PoetryA collection of poems and random musings that flutter through my mind. Some are good, some are horrid. Luckily there's both in this!
