It's for your love for the soul of blue
She’s looking good in shiny shoes
She is your soul her name is you
She never wavers and some say she was always thus
Right from the start on the dimly lit downtown bus
Sodium lights tracking her back to the smoke
The helicopter blades became the flashing joke
She never settled however well you played
Her field was wide open for the sharpest blade
With the morning dew to the evening light
A fractious footstep commenced her flight
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