(R. Ortolani, B. Jacob, P. Jacob)
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[Recorded November 11, 1968, Hollywod]
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Blue lace, her gown was blue lace,
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She wore the promise of springtime and laughter.
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Daybreak, we talked till daybreak
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Without a warning of what might come after.
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Her touch was velvet, I still can feel it
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That one brief moment that ended in space.
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Sometime in mid-December,
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I hear the music, the echo of springtime laughter,
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All day I see the old days,
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When I'd seen the young girls in blue, blue lace.
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Her gown was blue lace, such lovely blue lace,
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Her gown was blue.
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Blue Lace
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| Frank Sinatra |
