Findings:

Here's the stuff we found when you searched for "She was flying, she was so far away she was already gone"

She was so quiet that nobody heard her
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
What the hell was she thinking?
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She was too beautiful to be human
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She was free
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
she was waylaid by an octopus
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She always was devious in her beauty
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was locked in time
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She was steady
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
When she was bad
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She is and was
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She knew what she was doing
She was coming out as he was going in.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
Besides the part where she was the only one
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She was never mine. I always shared her.
I Fell In Love With A Girl Who Was Already Gone.
so my crowd was Catholic, Protestant, atheist, confused, and white
Your angel stayed long after everything else was gone
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
When I was little my mother told me not to sit close to the T.V., so when I was six I did.
She wanted a garden tucked away behind a campground. I wanted a cozy apartment on the riverfront.
The girls had gone wild and now my dad's cock was missing
People wouldn't fall in love so often if it were more clearly marked
The train that came to me in the dream was already a dead train
can it be that it was all so simple then
I was less than one hundred footsteps away from you I suppose
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
This was not my going away party
Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
Well, I was tired of being 24 anyway, so there
I was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.
The last girl I dated was a vegetarian. We couldn't go anywhere and so it just didn't work out.
Django Reinhardt was dead already
I was doing so well.
It wasn't so much a trip down memory lane as it was me carjacking someone's memorymobile and speeding off down the freeway, but I digress.
It was free, so I took it.
she had already found her party
It was the tree that gave him away.
My purity was little stickers I willingly gave away in exchange for hearts
She had never kissed someone so old.
Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few
So there I was, naked and hiding, facing the dissertation committee from the Isle of Lesbos
So I was cold chillin on the corner on a hot summer's day
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
It all turned out all right but there was so much pain along the way
the country was so nice we bombed it twice
unfortunately, his entire corpus was composed in English, and so has been lost to the ravages of time
the fire burned and burned; it was so great and now so much time has passed and the fire is still burning, but it requires attendance
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
So then she said
nor was there anything to be attained that you didn't already have
So she wet the bed
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
The Box Said 'Do NOT Open" But The Seal Was Already Broken
So I was drinking with the son of Man the other night, and...
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
Gays are great, so she says
She'll take you as far as she goes
she can scream so loud you'll be looking for your ears on the floor
I was promised flying cars
every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get there.
I was wrong as a child, to think old people were stupid for asking me where the day had gone. Now I understand... we older people do not live.
she turns and smiles, then walks away
So I turned round and there was an inflatable man sat at the table
The night was alive, and so was I
So I was balls deep in the guy's ass that night when he turns to me and asks for a kiss. Damn. What a fag.
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
I was so cool, that first afternoon
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now
God was creepier than I expected so I took it out on the little people
He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
So she could feel as if she had danced
I tiptoe back into myself so I can run from what I was
Around nine PM my heart was breaking so I went to bed early to listen to it happen.
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
So happy she drools
when i wake up i can't remember what it was. it's so hard to smuggle something out of a dream.
The serpent was in the garden again, but there weren't any apples left in the tree, so I figured things were cool.
so fragile and cold, i was
It's really very silly, I was thinking, they are all acting so weird
he listened so well, he was still curious.
And then, she expressed frustration with life in general
She thought about giving him her heart
She Smells of Lilacs
She Loves Me
John Cassavettes Was No Help At All
She has trouble acting normal
A chorus of phones each time she calls
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She just looks at me
Jennifer, is she your friend?
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She just sat there
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She said yes
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She told me I'd make a good Satan
How she saw the moon
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
He says she says
The vacuum she left
She Came In Through The Bathroom Window
She Is Suffering
The picture she drew in my notebook
Who am I to critique that which she is?
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
she being Brand
I don't like her because she won't like me
This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She Loves You
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
All That She Wants
She flies with her own wings
She told me to say that
That one makes me scream, she said
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
How clear she shines

If you Log in you could create a "She was flying, she was so far away she was already gone" node. If you don't already have an account, you can register here.