If death should come
On swift black wings
While a small white dove
Calmly sings
It will eat the dove
And silence the call
Until, of course
I find them all
Round and round
The fairy dances
Capturing all
As it entrances
I found them all
All the pretty little things
The dove calls again
I'll live like the kings
Through all the days
I'll live no longer
I'll die eternally
Forever stronger
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