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Desert Doves wake me In the Catalina Dawn You’d be up already Listening to their mourning song The birds all knew you They’d come running through the sand You’d be out there sitting With a Cardinal in your hand I bought an olive tree To plant your ashes underneath A tree that lives for fifteen hundred years And I know it won’t bring you back But it has arms like yours Praise To early waking grievers To those who face the dawn Cry out in your weakness And the rain may come On the other side of the ocean There is a child Who is a Woman now And when I hear your Desert Dove Letras de cancionesI am reminded not to stay away From my own soul too long Praise To early waking grievers To those who face the dawn Cry out in your weakness And the rain may come Praise to doubters and to dreamers May your questions be a song Cry out in your weakness And the rain may come So I listen for that sound Carried by the Dove To show me my own sorrow And how to rise above Today it was something I read By a dead Poet From Letras Mania