Some folks were meant to live in clover,
But they are such a chosen few;
And clover, being green, is something I've never seen,
'Cause I was born to be blue.
When there's a yellow moon above me,
They say that moon beams I should view;
But moon beams, being gold, are something I can't behold,
'Cause I was born to be blue.
When I met you, the world
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