Good thoughts, Ione. I like.
This cold grey morning I find myself wondering Why do they call it the blues? Beautiful, beautiful blue Daytime sky with white cotton clouds Turquoise sea teaming with life Cobalt night with full moon and stars Sorrowful blue music Wailing songs of pain Yet full of life Expressing grief and loss Beautiful, beautiful feelings Blue becomes gray And the music stops When all feeling is gone |
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