bluebird
she called my nane and smiled me over
down at the bottom of the Blue,
she turned and then she left me
someone i met but really never knew,
her eyes were moist but not with tears
she felt the touch of those twilight years
a missing person that i looked for,
down at the bottom of the Blue,
always near but never close
down at the bottom of the Blue. . . .
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