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Blue’s out side my door,
I don’t even know if it’s raining.
But I’ve been here before,
and I don’t want to be here again.
Every now and then, voices on the wind,
take me back to the first time.
Far away and clear, you can hear the teardrops,
falling for the last in love.
.
If I let you down,
all I can say [...]