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I thought of you when the mourning dove sang
As I walked through the beech groves today
I said that I'd write you but it must have slipped my mind
As I found out that the beast had grown
‘Till I found out that it spread from the scars on your chest
To your liver and your lungs and your bones

Last time I saw you, the roses were blooming
Pimm's on the lawn and mourning doves crooning
Champagne and birthday cake
We got drunk on those summer days
Underneath the Somerset sun
I lose myself in reveries so I don't lose the memories
Of thе way you used to light up the room


I know winter's galе will take you away
I'll sing Abide With Me on your funeral day
And smile at the bittersweet sound of your name
Still the mourning dove sings every day
Still the mourning dove sings every day

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