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Bruce Dudley: Music


(Sandra and Bruce Dudley)
Beauty wasn't her voice
Ill was her soul
Like and injured bird she sang of troubles and hurt
Love she never found
It slipped right through her fingers
Easy was the voice

Hard was her choice
Only to take her to paradise
Life shown in her eyes
Ivory white in her hair
Day was the needle
And night was the Lady
Yes, we remember