Blue is the sky
Blue is the ocean
Blue is my sorrowful heart
Singing the blues of a broken heart
Blue is my agony
Poured over an apple pie
Devoured by you
With maple syrup.
As I look dead ahead
Into your eyes
As I serve you
Your order.
And I leave
To take another.
I know
But my heart
Won't agree
That you and I
Are never going to be
Together.
So,
Blue is the sky
Blue is the ocean
Blue is my sorrowful heart
Singing the blues of a broken heart
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