Singing Horses

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Owl City - Brielle

| Saturday, January 1, 2011 | |
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 sights grow old and I start to feel cold,
I’ll sail home again,
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 a blaze,
Send me drifting away,
Like a butterfly, You floated by,
And now you’re alone I wish I knew when,
I’ll be back again,
So I tell them I wish you well,
My dear Brielle,
(My dear Brielle)

Strolling over this scene,
And cobbles done paths, They wind through the trees,
And breathing the sweet forest air makes me bloomer the
wear,
That she could be free,

When the new sightss grow old and I start to feel cold,
I’ll sail home again,
Goodbye Brielle,
Only whispers came tell,
Of the sweet dreams that we knew so well,
I’ll see you around,
Our dear ocean town,
The frozen days, We set a blaze,
Send me drifting away,
Like a butterfly, You floated by,
And now you’re alone I wish I knew well,
I’ll be back again,
So until then I wish you well,
So until then I wish you well,
I love you, my darling, farewell,
My dear Brielle,
(My dear Brielle).

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