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On the wings of a snow white dove
He sends His pure sweet love
A sign from above
On the wings of dove
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When troubles surround us
When evils come
The body grows weak
The spirit grows numb
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When these things beset us
He doesn't forget us
He sends down His love
On the wings of a dove
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On the wings of a snow white dove
He sends His pure sweet love
A sign from above
On the wings of dove
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When Noah had drifted
On the flood many days
He searched for land
In various ways
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Troubles he had some
But wasn't forgotten
He sent him His love
On the wings of a dove
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On the wings of a snow white dove
He sent His pure sweet love
A sign from above
On the wings of dove...
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