Blue lace, her gown was blue lace, She wore the promise of springtime and laughter. Daybreak, we talked till daybreak Without a warning of what might come after. Her touch was velvet, I still can feel it That one brief moment that ended in space. Sometime in mid-December, I hear the music, the echo of springtime laughter, All day I see the old days, When I'd seen the young girls in blue, blue lace. Her gown was blue lace, such lovely blue lace, Her gown was blue.
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