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Pure Soul
Your soul pure white like a heavenly dove
With a spot of red upon its breast
It seems you have been cursed, not blessed
Your life a hopeless search for love
I invited you to come to me
You were like a bird with a broken wing
You thought you'd forgotten how to sing
I wanted to try to help you see
While your voice in this world is gone
The song from your soul cannot be so
Shut your eyes and sing soft and low
With me you can always belong
Let your wings carry you to the Heavens up high
Where there will never be any more reason to cry
Pepper Baiij
for
Gerry Clifford
Form:
Dedicated to Malcolm Young
from
Team Netherworld
