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You came in riding on a white dove’s wing

Wrapped in its beauty, you never felt a thing

No wanting, needing cause you always had

You think that nothing means nothing’s ever bad

Chorus

Here’s to the children and flowers who pay by the hours

 And never have to win

 Because when there is no choosing, there is no losing

 And everyone plays in the wind

You say you are feeling things you don’t understand

And tears are falling in the palms of your hand

Your little white dove now is crying too

So happy you feel love and I feel love for you

Chorus +

And everyone plays in the wind, and everyone plays in the wind