Ours a love I held tightly
Feeling the rapture grow
Like a flame burning brightly
But when she left gone was the glow of
Blue Velvet
But in my heart there'll always be
Precious and warm a memory through the years
And I still can see blue velvet through my tears
Feeling the rapture grow
Like a flame burning brightly
But when she left gone was the glow of
Blue Velvet
But in my heart there'll always be
Precious and warm a memory through the years
And I still can see blue velvet through my tears
Jean
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