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Words and Music by John Wolfe Compton

Into her eyes I fell
They hold my attention
Undeniably well

Blue was the color of
Her birthday blouse
As I stood in the doorway
Of her white house


Into the sea
And soft night
Riding a refection
Of moon colored light

Blue was the color
Of beauty that night
Of trembling and of fancy
Blue made it alright

Blue held the stars
And laughed with the moon

“Blue” Compton-Foster, West of the Five (2001)

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