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µo¦æ°Ó : Universal Republic
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There's a handwritten note pressed in the door of her
screened in porch
And I am sailing away recalling that day miles from
shore
She was still wearing white and robins egg blue, Her grandmother's
dress
When I left early this year, how I wound up here is anyone's
guess
When the new sites grow old and I start to feel cold I'll sail home
again

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Goodbye Brielle
Only whispers can tell
Of the sweet dreams
that we knew so well
I'll see you around our dear ocean town
The frozen
days we set ablaze
Sent me drifting away
Like a butterfly, you floated by
and now your alone
I wish I knew when I'll be back again
So until then I
wish you well
My dear Brielle

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strolling over the sand, cobblestone
paths that wind through the trees
Breathing the sweet ocean air makes a shy
boy aware that he could be free
When the new sites grow old and I start to
feel cold I'll sail home again

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Goodbye Brielle
Only whispers can
tell
Of the sweet dreams that we knew so well
I'll see you around our dear
ocean town
The frozen days we set ablaze
Sent me drifting away
Like a
butterfly, you floated by and now your alone
I wish I knew when I'll be back
again
So until then I wish you well
So until then I wish you well
For
the time being farewell
My dear Brielle

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