Deep into my tears, hold me under
Drowning in despair, so many years
The only place that I'd wish she could fly
Never in his sky
And I would not hesitate to tell the story of her fate
In a storm, was she dead or disappeared, or did she fly
Never said goodbye, goodbye - yep!
Leaves have turned to gold
And all the trees have fallen to the ground
I can't explain
All along I knew that she would fly
But I think she's died
Goodbye, hey, goodbye
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