It was about half past twelve at night,
the other day,
I was sitting alone on my own
Like you do
Studying the bottom of my ashtray
When blue
It was a long time ago, the last time I'd seen
what color blue it was.
probably 'cause that place
Was roughly where twenty-five butts
had been
Isn't it funny?
In this strange case,
I thought of your face.

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