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When Dove's Cry
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Improv 2002 When doves cry,
it rains,
and storms.
Sorrow fills the air.
Sadness fills the sky.
Angels sit upon clouds,
and pain shows,
in their beautiful faces.
Not all doves have wings.
You see,
a dove can be a bird,
or you, or me.
Cause we’d all like to fly way sometimes.
When doves cry,
we all cry,
and that’s just life.
~*~ Jill ~*~
