Came running to see you
Neither you stood, nor you were running
Started the never ending wait
And finally I heard you
Came and sat , you were the same
Blue and old and Dusty the lame
As always you gave me acquaintances
Young and old, happy and sad
Whatever it may be, end of the day
Your blue is my blanket
Your rumble is my lullaby.
Today falling asleep
To wake to your blue tomorrow.
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