
she wore blue velvet
bluer than velvet was the nigth
softer than satin was the light
from the stars

she wore blue velvet
bluer then velvet were her eyes
warmer then may her tender sighs
love was ours


ours a love I held tightly
feeling the rapture grow
like a flame burning brightly
but when she left, gone was the glow of


blue velvet
but in my heart there'll always be
precious and warm, a memory
through the years
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