Whitedoves Nest Biography

The winter wind blows against my face
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As she runs along the beach
Her thoughts hurt; out of reach
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A sadness dims, it was a while ago
The adult thinks back on the child she knows
A time of horror and of pain
The memory keeps a grip; like a chain
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Through the crowded aisles
I push the shopping cart
I wonder why I feel this way;
At the local mart
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It was you that wiped away my tears
It was you that protected; allayed my fears
It was you that always understood
It was you that I turned to; as I should
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