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Death of a Dove
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Death Near the woods I see a beautiful dove-
So much meaning to her life,
A sign of beauty and love.
Above the trees she soars,
Her song mystic and unreal-
Her beauty allures.
But this dove she cries,
Broken wings carry a broken heart.
This dove she dies.
No songs left to sing,
No innocence left in her soul.
She spreads her wings.
Looking down at the world below,
The dove cries one last tear for mankind.
She knows there's nowhere left to go.
Her babies now grown,
They flew off to live their own lives.
She looks one last time at the nest that was once her home.
Then the beautiful dove falls from the sky.
She dies of a broken heart.
And like the dove, I too slowly die.
My innocence lost in time,
My beauty lost over the years.
My love for the world taken by a crime, now covered with dirt and grime.
We really aren't so far apart,
The dove and I.
We both die of a broken heart.
