Alma De Blues

It's the story of a voice
Tempered by the blues;
It's the song that carried
Hunger and love.
And music was born dressed as a woman.

The lament that cradled
Her sweet dark skin,
Feelings in her sound
Gardenias of love.
And music sang through the mouth of a woman.

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Soul of blues in her voice
Giving life to passion,
Sad song is her blues
Caressing a prayer.

No one ever understood
Her struggle and her pain,
No one like her felt
The prison and the goodbye.
And music cried for Billie Holiday.

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Soul of blues in her voice
Giving life to passion,
Sad song is her blues
Caressing a prayer.

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