When Doves Cry
Oh wicked night of scarlet moon
that mocks my groaning, grieving heart
your bleeding glow, your crimson gloom
the doves cry out as you depart.
For he has vanished from this realm
his soul has drowned in an endless sea
no more can his deep voice be heard
night’s lapping waves weep over me.
Oh hear the haunting cry of doves
that coo incessantly at dawn
mad, sleepless nights are here to stay
with endless tears flowing on and on.
Oh crimson moon, turn white as snow
release me from this weighty bond
let mourning doves away take flight
and banish dreams that come at dawn.
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