Lady sky is blushing pink,
Scarlet ribbons in her tresses;
The sun bows low and gently sinks,
as she tries on evening dresses.
A frock of lilac tatted lace,
A sheath of velvet, crimson lined;
White cloud petticoats swirl with grace,
Peach gold panels intertwined.
Mauve and blue embroidery,
against a veil of deepest rose;
Sky gazes into the mirror sea,
How she loves her pretty clothes!
At last she dons her silk nightgown,
of midnight blue with starry crown.
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