There's a handwritten note pressed in the door of her screened in porch
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And I am sailing away recalling that day miles from shore
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She was still wearing white and robins egg blue, Her grandmother's dress
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When I left home early this year, how I wound up here is anyone's guess
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When the new sites grow old and I start to feel cold I'll sail home again
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Goodbye Brielle
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Only Whispers can tell
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Of the sweet dreams that we knew so well
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I'll see you around our dear ocean town
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The frozen days we set ablaze
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Sent me drifting away
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Like a butterfly, you floated by and now you're alone
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I wish I knew when I'll be back again
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So until then I wish you well
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My dear Brielle
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strolling over the sand and cobblestone paths that wind through the trees
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Breathing the sweet forest air makes a blue bird aware that she could be free
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When the new sites grow old and I start to feel cold I'll sail home again
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Goodbye Brielle
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Only whispers can tell
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Of the sweet dreams that we knew so well
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I'll see you around our dear ocean town
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The frozen days we set ablaze
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Sent me drifting away
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Like a butterfly, you floated by and now you're alone
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I wish I knew when I'll be back again
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So until then I wish you well
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So until then I wish you well
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I love you my darling, farewell
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My dear Brielle
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Brielle
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| Sky Sailing |
