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It is spring, the time of new birth,
and in the distance I heard dove’s cries this early morning,
the sun is not seen rising in the east as the darkness of the day begins, singing the praises of our Pope reign as he has done all that he can for us and his life was full and fulfilled. It is his time now; to be with God. His blessed brow as he moves beyond the shadows of darkness his spirit brings the eastern light, Praised beyond our earth, as he flows toward the everlasting.