I can see its shadow tangled now
In the starfish cactus and tell
It's a dove wobbling on the roof
I can remember summer
When it had a mate and they
Would come together every day
And sit on the gate and wait
Till the coast was clear
To fly to the bowl and drink
First one and then the other
Sipping the precious water
Why do they separate
For love's long winter
When you'd think
They'd need each other most
All their children lost
And me alone to wonder
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