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Doves come From the Dark

I fall
And as I fall I see black
Black everywhere
For my eyes are closed
And they will not open
And it is warm
And I cannot see the ground
I only hope there is one
I keep falling
And falling
And falling
And finally I see
Doves are watching me
They make a bed
And welcome me to slumber
And I awake

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