BLUE MOON ROSE

I have a friend and she comes from the high plains
Wise as the hills and fresh as the rains
Took me an Atlas to find her town
To realize that the world is round

I have a friend and we talk about books
She comes around and she drinks while I cook
I have a friend and she taught me daring
Threw back the windows and let the air in

For all she knows
Bless my blue moon rose

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