Bluebird
Goodbye, Vera Lynn then, goodbye
Fly high, little bluebird, fly high
At the white cliffs of Dover
They think it’s all over
It is now. Go on, have a cry
© Gail Foster 18th June 2020
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2020
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