He dove.

The dove!

The dove!

A dove?

My little dove.

Come, my delightful dove.

We're in mourning.

Mourning Becomes Connected

Sorrow, anger, mourning.

We're in mourning.

From there, we dove in.

then dove into the ocean.

I make the dove appear.

Our little dove has flown.

A dove against a bull.

A dove on a branch.

Little dove, are you hurt?

Little dove of the south.

What about mourning clothes?

You! Mourning your brother!

And here is our little dove.

Oh, here you are, my dove.

I could coo like a dove

Kitty, my darling, my precious, my dove.

Do you have mourning clothes?

You's in mourning. For what?

Never held with mourning meself.

Did you bring mourning clothes?

I am. I'm in mourning.

Oh, no, Diego. She's a sweet little dove.

No difference to you, my dove of Canaan.

O, that I had wings like a dove!

How could she, she's in mourning.

It's revenge Ragnar wants, not mourning.

Kitty, my precious, my beloved, my dove, my all...

Don't you wear mourning for your father?

In that day there will be a great mourning in Jerusalem, like the mourning of Hadadrimmon in the valley of Megiddon.

In that day shall there be a great mourning in Jerusalem, as the mourning of Hadadrimmon in the valley of Megiddon.

And we dove in the slick without even HazMat gear.

Edvige, the dove. My mother brought it back to me.

Like the breast of a dove, her arms were soft.

Has the screaming eagle been transformed into a cooing dove?

As I was working through that mourning process,

And Go Back To Mourning My Late Husband.

Dove feather'd raven! wolvish ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show!