The tree of sorrows stands shrouded in haze.
Perhaps it's the spirits in distress, trapped in a world even after death.
Searching for peace so their souls may rest.
The haunting sound of anguish fills the air.
This is the sound when doves cry.
Beautiful birds circling in flight, like stars clinging to the night sky.
Hear their cries, awoken as another lost soul dies.
Darkness devours the night.The stinging, frigid air stirs like the sound of frantic wings.
This is the sound when doves cry.
They sing of sorrow, anguish and pain.
Souls lost in life and death after their last breath.
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