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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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Pigeons, to me, were always signs of hope:
even the whirl of wings against the air
would right me, show me once again the scope
of who I was and whose I was and where;
as when, in one deep shock of vertigo
I saw the city lie beneath my ledge
as flocks of pigeons played a mile below
and kept my feet from straying near the edge;
as blinking blinding water from my eyes
I rose again to reach the air above
and from the sundered sky, to my surprise
there flew from heights uncountable a dove;
as here, a final time, I watch them fly
and heal my hope as I am lifted high.
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  • (Posted 2019-04-30)  CPDL #54098:     
Editor: Kathryn Rose (submitted 2019-04-30).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 97 kB   Copyright: CC BY SA
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Title: Pigeons
Composer: Kathryn Rose
Lyricist: Marnanel Thurman

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredAnthem

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Original text and translations

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Pigeons, to me, were always signs of hope:
even the whirl of wings against the air
would right me, show me once again the scope
of who I was and whose I was and where;
as when, in one deep shock of vertigo
I saw the city lie beneath my ledge
as flocks of pigeons played a mile below
and kept my feet from straying near the edge;
 as blinking blinding water from my eyes
 I rose again to reach the air above
 and from the sundered sky, to my surprise
 there flew from heights uncountable a dove;
as here, a final time, I watch them fly
and heal my hope as I am lifted high.