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Balada
Blue Velvet
She wore Blue Velvet,
Bluer than velvet was the night,
Softer then satin was the light from the stars …
She wore Blue Velvet,
Bluer than velvet were her eyes.
Warmer than May her tender sighs, love was ours.
Ours, a love I held lightly ‚
Feeling the rapture grow
Like a flame burning brightly.
But when she left, gone was the glow of Blue Velvet ‚
But in my hearth there'll always be
Precious, and warm, a memory through the years …
And I still can see Blue Velvet through my tears.
She wore Blue Velvet,
Bluer than velvet was the night,
Softer then satin was the light from the stars …
She wore Blue Velvet,
Bluer than velvet were her eyes.
Warmer than May her tender sighs, love was ours.
Ours, a love I held lightly ‚
Feeling the rapture grow
Like a flame burning brightly.
But when she left, gone was the glow of Blue Velvet ‚
But in my hearth there'll always be
Precious, and warm, a memory through the years …
And I still can see Blue Velvet through my tears.
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