It's a story about the morning
Who loves the sun
Until willing to wait
The arrival of a sun that may not last
Like a morning that always missed the sun
This heart is jealous of a matching pigeon
Desire a faithful lover accompany
Until you forget how gray is lonely
Like a morning grateful for the coming sun
This heart can no longer be betrayed
Only one is always waiting
If not you, I will surely die
It's a story about the heart
But it has reached the warmth of the morning
And reluctantly back on the quiet
Give my regards to him pigeon
Call me miserable if he leaves
Convey my longing for him pigeon
Tell the world, my true love
Stay here
You're what I call a heartfill
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