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Dec 2016
My wild bird has flown away
Gone to that island in the sun
On her way and carried with her
My heart, my only one

We lived a dream
Ethereal, we realized
How perfect love can be
What we encountered
Under cloudless skies

There beneath the palm trees
We achieved peace and understanding
Sweet and sensuous sighs found at last
Consigned to be in the past perfect tense

For dreams must end
Birds must fly
Carried on cool winds
My wild bird cruises high

The love is not gone
Just her presence
The feelings shall always remain
I'll just have to carry on
They say tomorrow will be a day of rain
Written by
Neville Johnson  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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