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May 2023
I drove the blue highway
On my way to fields of green
Hoping to meet my true lover
Enter Barbara, that’s her name
We met in Canada
At a campsite in a park
She was on her way to somewhere
There were kisses in the dark
Promises to remember
She was supposed to come my way
I was then at university
So hoping she would stay
But she never came
I had no way to contact her
Somewhere our magic still exists
In the great ether
Those moments I shall remember
Forever and a day
The time I thought I fell in love
On the blue highway
Barbara, where are you?
Can you hear what I say?
Written by
Neville Johnson  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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