| | Well, Abby is a bird
And Abby's flown away
Beyond the thing's we've heard
And out of yesterday
Sunlight sings in sighing
But Abby sang in green
And though daylight was dying
Abby sang to being
You might whitewash a smile
But you can't make it bend
You know goodbye in style
But you don't know the end
A face drawn on the window
Socks left on the stairs
Her scent still on the pillow
One last strand of hair
A song without a chord
Has nothing left to say
She didn't leave a word
But I heard her anyway
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