Arianne
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Its getting light, its getting late
And I`ve looked everywhere and called her name
Her dad the doctors down
The sheriffs standing round
Arianne
We sat by the rivers edge
I slipped in and she slipped off her dress
She stepped cautiously
Into that shining stream
Arianne
Theres a place that I can go
Where her memory still flows
It cuts a deeper path
With every season past
Arianne
I can see her as she sleeps
A face as still as that river is deep
Leaves are turning round
White arms, hair of brown
Arianne
Theres a place that I can go
Where her memory still flows
It cuts a deeper path
With every season past
Arianne
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