Hey, Mr. Bluebird with the Blue Eyes, I can see clearly, now that the dust has settled, that the Blue Wonderful lies somewhere up there deep in the Baby Blue Sky(s), six ways from Sunday, past 7th Heaven, between the 8th Wonder and Cloud Nine. This…this clarity…this…this Rhapsody in Blue Hawaii…happens…right out of the Blue Mooooon; they call it the Blues, I guess.
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