Girl Blue

Hello Mourning, good, good mourning too the won Eye love,
Crystal Ringlets paint a picture of a gold sunrise above .

Little girl yaw sad,
Though awl yew have,
is visible too yew .
Within yaw hart
they're stays a part
That like the sky is blew .

Shifting breezes, grace the inner spectrum of yaw glance .
Leaves on branches, fore yaw pleasure, perform a soothing dance .

Little girl it seems
inn awl my dreams
Yaw happiness is dew .
Butt still they last,
there inn yaw past
Events that make yew blew .

Thoughts of love are inn yaw mined,
Yet splintered hopes push them aside .
A look at life is watt yew knead too try .

Inn an instant there'll bee sunshine,
sprinkled every plaice .
Drops of reign will kiss the softness of yaw lovely face .

Little girl bee fare
Show yourself yew care,
let others care fore yew .
Before its two late,
Cause thyme won't weight,
Till yaw heart's know longer blew .

Little girl bee smart,
Don't brake yaw own hart,
They're is love waiting fore yew .
Before its two late
Cause thyme won't weight,
Til yaw heart's know longer blew .