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Madame Blue

She walks down the street
In her tattered clothes
Hair in wayward curls
How she has let herself go

A photo in her hand
His image under her thumb
Faded in spots by tear
Cried until she was numb

Her footstep falls weak
Life gone from her eyes
Just a somber vision
One seen when love dies

No one knows her name
Those who did once forgot
They just call her Madame' Blue
Though it matters not

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