a white dove sat on your windowsill and brought something in his spout for you not envelope somehow a twig sure from my ark I invite you to it
people mocked him, but he did his thing likewise I will do the talk of men to nothing we will sail away and we will know where my love, happiness you are mine
after our happiness after this love because one of us will die first if i don't mourn for me
and it does not kill itself because of me just keep on living bury memories of me in ashes that you will never be hurt