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Gold is the colour
of my sweetheart’s hair
Blue sapphire love she gives me
The stroke of midnight
her blue flame deserts me
To home she must return
True love is calling
She goes where I cannot follow
Her home beneath the sea…
This is a lovely poem, Anita.
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Thank you, Robbie…
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