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Blues For Susan


He played the blues for Susan
Not accepting she was gone
So he played the blues for Susan
Not yet ready to move on
And the music calmed him down
Helping him recall their years
Sad stern white face
Streaked with running tears
Closed eyed he could see her smile
Imagined he could feel her hand
The soul of the blues
Helping him understand
The gift of memory is kind
For no one is truly gone while
They linger on pleasantly in the mind
He played the blues for Susan
Felt the music surge
Into a blues of hope
No longer just a mournful dirge
 


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Blues For Susan