April 14, 1975

Destiny

Window panes are made for breaking...
Tall white trees are made for shaking... in the wind.
And you my love, were made for loving me.
Yes, you white dove, where meant to fly with me...

Ocean shores are made for lovers...
Pathway stones are made to trip you... on your journey.
And you my love, were made for loving me.
Yes, you white dove, where meant to fly with me...

To the land hid from the sight of men,
On the sands beneath a woody glen,
There to sink into the morning's light,
There to learn the meaning of true flight.

Love is one thing I can never know a lot about.
Love is one thing I can never get along without.
Love is one thing I can never get enough of.
And you my love, were made for loving me.
Yes, you white dove, where meant to fly with me...

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