The White Dove
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We are the inheritors
We can't escape the inheritance
That world passed before
That we make balance to followers
We are bound to go with
The inheritance of bad or good deeds
Only we can reform ourselves
And save the goodness to the followers
Who comes afterwards seeking happy
That the real humanely we have to comply
May the white dove fly every where.
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