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THE BLUENESS OF BLUE
IT IS REAL
As I walk along the
trail in the park the
birds are in concert,
the butterflies are
in formation; the
sun is starting to say
goodbye and transfer
the beauty of today
into night. The
sky is in its perfect
exotic shade of blue;
oh, how they remind me
of your blue eyes and
beautiful smile and kisses;
a cast of blues creeps into
my heart wondering what
you are doing...I kiss
my finger and throw my
blueness to the BLUE
magic of heaven.
BLUE IS ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL
As I walk along the
trail in the park the
birds are in concert,
the butterflies are
in formation; the
sun is starting to say
goodbye and transfer
the beauty of today
into night. The
sky is in its perfect
exotic shade of blue;
oh, how they remind me
of your blue eyes and
beautiful smile and kisses;
a cast of blues creeps into
my heart wondering what
you are doing...I kiss
my finger and throw my
blueness to the BLUE
magic of heaven.
BLUE IS ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL
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