A little white dove
With a reddish beak
Yesterday I saw her crying
On the peaks of a guava tree

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He sang to the little dove
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To return to its little nest

White little dove fly
Fly over that meadow
Here I will be waiting for you
Even if I die of pain

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He sang to the little dove
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To return to its little nest

On the peaks of the guava tree
Far from the dovecote
There was the dove
Crying without rest

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He sang to the little dove
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To return to its little nest

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