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When the mourning dove cries
I open my eyes
to everything I feel
and what I see is real
It's all before me now
the fears and anguish repressed
I've got to get through it somehow
I keep remembering the horror
thinking I might feel more sorrow
Mourning dove sing your song of anguish
Mockingbird sing your song of praise
Dove keep singing your song of sorrow
Now I can face it and deal with the pain