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                            Peace of the Dove                            
                                                                         
                   when I remember the things you did                    
                   I can't help but feel blue                            
                   because you were there to forbid                      
                   and I may not have been true                          
                                                                         
                   you were a friend in need                             
                   a rare orchid desiring water and light                
                   you grew up and onward like new seed                  
                   with me you took flight                               
                                                                         
                   it was the sun that gave you life                     
                   all that remains is dark disdain                      
                   failure to see your strife                            
                   this was my greatest pain                             
                                                                         
                   yours was the generosity of love                      
                   setting free the peace of the dove                    
                                                                         
                   Copyrite (c) 1993 - Mark L. Denslow                   
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