Exceptional a little tribute Doves Do Cry and They Fly by michaelcahill R.I.P.

Doves Do Cry and They Fly   Yeah I knew what you were trying to say we all did we who bleed into our quills we whose fingers are cut                 to the bone on strings                 trying to find                                 … the sound   or lips cracked on some device                 seeking perfect tone                                 or a voice                                 rasping from wear                                                 crying in pain                                                 exulting in joy   what do we call ourselves The Artist or do we paint a symbol that no one                 has ever seen before                                 we are unique                                 are we not   but Prince will do for you not the Prince of this or the Prince of that   Just   Prince   did you want to be loud enough so the sound would never stop bright enough so the light would never go out   you did that   you showed me that the color of the rain is purple   and it falls from my eyes   Recognized Author Notes Just some words. Godspeed to an amazing talent. The artists of the world are what life is all about.

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