Blue lace, her gown was blue lace
She wore the promise of springtime and laughter
Daybreak, we talked till daybreak
Without a warning of what might come after
Her touch was velvet, I still can feel it
That one brief moment that ended in space
Sometime in mid December I hear the music
The echo of springtime laughter, all day I see the old days
When I'd seen the young girls in blue, blue lace
Her gown was blue lace, such lovely blue lace
Her gown was blue
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