The sun rose slowly,
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casting a warm golden light over the earth.
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A soft breeze blew,
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causing the leaves on the trees to rustle gently.
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The scent of blooming flowers filled the air,
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filling the hearts and souls of those who took notice.
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In the midst of this peaceful scene,
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a mourning dove began to sing its soft,
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melancholy call.
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The sound was like a whisper,
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as if the dove knew something that the others did not.
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As the dove\'s call soared through the air,
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those nearby realized that something was amiss.
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It was as if the dove\'s song was a reminder of the fleeting nature of life itself.
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The beauty of the moment was not lost on those who heard the call, but instead,
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it was a reminder to cherish each moment,
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for they might be the last.
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As the dove\'s call faded away,
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the others realized that they were saying goodbye to someone who was no longer with them.
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It was a reminder that every day is a gift,
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and that life is a journey that each of us must take alone.