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The Mourning Dove The silence of the mourning dove, more mournful than its song. She's lost her mate, her will to live, yet time still passes on. Of days gone by, she dreams her dreams, when she last heard him sing. In widow's weeds, by empty nest, a grieving dove without a song.
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