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The white doves as they left the rivers of joy and light 
Wept as they saw night's darkness approaching their garden of gladness 
Their hearts saw the upcoming battle with this alien fungus in sight 
So they went to be the white stars to master and trap the darkness 

After the stars broke into the abyss of mayhem 
With the father of doves, the First Man, as their centremost north star 
Those doves wept when the First Man left the dark, leaving them 
For he had to rise out of the grave to defeat the abattoir 

The white doves under the weight of the darkness of night 
They wept when the Spirit buried them, to build a stone road to peace 
To inspire the doves to lift their heads to the height 
A pillar for them to soar over all and return to their home 

When the pillar will become the Last Statue of might 
They will weep for the grey doves of stone, cut off from that statue completing 
Those dim stars who loved the darkness more than the white light 
Who lied and blasphemed against the garden with their raspy tweeting

When they will return to the green garden of light 
The tweeting of despair will turn to sweet psalms to enjoy
Weeping will turn to tranquil silence in the height 
The white doves' rain of tears will turn into rivers of joy

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