Oh that I could remember
from where it was I'd come
and when born unto this place
was there an earthly hum
to welcome me when I was born
where the rose lives beside the thorn?
What made me wish to leave the place
where love and peace abide?
It must have been the desire to hear
the sound of the dove that cried
in melancholy in this world
before her wings unfurled.
The pain overshadows the wondrous joy
that belongs to my lonely soul.
And no matter how much I've cried
the dove in me is not whole.
I must return with the melodious coo
to what lies beyond my view.
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