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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