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Dec 2020
So black
So blue
You know that feeling
Don't know what to do

You sit at the desk
Looking out
Looking in
Asking , why can't I win

Black is the night
That my midnight blues

Blue is the heart
Broken into a thousand

So are the memories
That lay black as death
While love ceases

Black are the days past
But the blues live on
they last and last

So be blessed my blues
Black be the rules

When I look out my window
It all seems so cruel
South by Southwest
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South by Southwest  Trussville , Alabama
(Trussville , Alabama)   
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