Blue like the shade of soft, sweet summer skies.
Blue as the waters reflecting their dome,
Blue as the windows that welcome me home.
Blue as the bubbles that busy kids blow
Blue as the tint of the fresh-fallen snow
Blue as the birds whose fresh eggs I find
Blue as the mountains where hidden trails wind.
Blue, the horizon that beckons me on
Blue, the deep silence I feel when I'm gone.
Blue, the sensation that kicks off a good cry
Blue, the wild yonder I'll find when I die.
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