Oh, time has come to climb the mountain though we've just begun to live, you and me, oh this fantasy, my first belief... is blue. Oh how it's blue. Oh, night is fair, oh how the wind just slightly blows your hair, my dear, how I fear time will come to wash us away from here. I'm blue. I'm lonesome for you. But here, here you stand, how it pains me
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