She Flew So Gentle

She flew so gentle, like a dove in spring
Asleep while bearing my memory
I drift her soul into my dreams
And follow through with my heart, it seems
I am the one who let her go
Fly, fly, fly away
My sweet, sweet love whose tender soul
Once chained me to the light of day
Last night she cried...

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